Whither Goes The Weather Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Nature's children are many
To recall one may not be a task uphill to any
With reverence I call her weather,
The darling daughter of nature
Seems nowadays becoming wayward
Not that I shall not know why, if I am so privileged
Though admired as the compassionate ever,
The mother seemingly is cushioning her daughter
In not properly admonishing her not to be unfair
When she is called for to act and care
No doubt she is blessed with many a talent
Like rain and drought etc. to regulate
Yet here comes her action later
Than it should have been sooner
When parched lips long for decent water
She comes with a cup empty and drier
Is it her laziness coupled with carelessness?
That her mother knows better than anyone else
And benign time goes home capricious
Listless to what happens around to thirsting souls
As if unto itself mysterious
And unto souls a sovereign delirious
Oh mother bring your daughter into order
Though that may look like an elegant affair
Still if need be punch her hard
Until she sheds pearls of tears that could
Turn out gold and diamonds for our farmers, the savior
And may wipe out tears for ever