Pre-Monsoon Rain Poem by Saroj Padhi

Tickled by the touch of the pre-Monsoon rain
As I awake in the lousy evening
to the glimmer of fading stars;
and try to catch some past magic moments-
wafted on the hasty wings of Time,
my doors tremble at the threatening sounds of thunder
reenacting the tragic scenes of the recent cyclone
as I tremble in the remote corner of a Foni-ravaged town,
when my God-inhabitated land languishes
like a living skeleton under sands
ravished by an angry Indra's frown…

the wildly-tossed boughs
whisper some dark secrets about life here-
stark and bare, bereft of cheer
like Foni- devastated trees under thunder
shedding silent drops of tear
without leaves, flowers, in wait for a shower,

roads are clumsy
drives without direction
life without jest or rest,
without much rhyme or reason
living in this city of no season;
we are Nature's victim for our own treason!