Hey Rain! A blessing though you are,
You bring not the same cheer always,
Why behave rather madly at times,
Like an enemy practising vengeance?
True, you arrive with soothing relief,
When the earth is all parched up,
Its creatures desperate and famished,
Praying for mercy all day and night.
Then you descend down from the sky,
Like a shower of sweet nectar,
Sprinkled over the dying landscape,
Reviving its life with timely succour.
But this bonhomie does not last long,
When you shed off your sweet appearance,
Turning hostile and deadly violent,
With all the fury of a callous marauder.
And start unleashing havoc all around,
Right from the hills to the deep valleys,
Down the planes damaging rich crops,
Ravaging animals and human habitats.
With thunder, cloudbursts, and torrents,
Submerging villages, fields, hamlets,
Blocking hill roads with frequent landslides,
Collapsing bridges with vehicles on them.
Trees, men, animals being inundated,
Carried away by monstrous waters,
Vehicles on roads being swept away,
Instead of reaching their destined places.
All this arrogant show of power,,
Is sorely condemned and despised,
Stop this cruel game of death,
Destroying life and peace around.
Enough of all the frightening actions,
Now put an end to this horrid nightmare,
And let normalcy resume its place,
To repair and rebuild the huge damage.
Else who will ever welcome you here,
In this ravaged and lifeless land?
who will need your blessings even,
If no one is left alive to re-create?
1 comment:
The poem is a mirror to Nature's devastation.
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