Rain Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

You pitter-patter outside as drops you sow
just down my door
like some spirit you sway the trees as you pour
although, I listen but can't get up and go

you can sing here or smile in the sky
and can tickle the frogs to croak
while your thunder can pat them and stoke
around me where I lie

the children out there
can frolic in knee-dip water
to float their boats made of paper
or to catch minnows sieving the flow bare

today,
you can't let off my worry of the Super Cyclone
that you brought me and plundered my years
and until now force me to embrace my tears
that gush to clean my memory off its moss

good friends can only turn into bitter enemies
when shrewdly you killed my rosy childhood
and fettered my youth in the neighbourhood
when I was unaware of your cunning mood

then, your sportive and spirited reach
silenced my men, also birds in my trees
their innocent chicks did screech
when their hunger their anger dished

let me lie here and patiently wait for death
like those chicks who waited for after your terrible form
now I wait like an exhausted passenger awaits his last train
that takes him to his destination and brings him rest

let me strain and wait to admit my new birth
and glow like the moon soon after my first breath.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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