Poem by Debabrata Mohanty
There falls the rain
Summer has widened its lips
To taste the falling nectar
made in heaven and served on earth.
‘One heck of a mess’, say the drenched crowd…
They shut themselves behind iron gates
Close the window glasses too
To force stop the rain’s wilderness
And it flows down the arid land…
Not a drop goes waste
Unlike the valley of tears
Barring its failed attempt
To sprinkle the desert of thoughts..
Again the rain comes in a dancing spree
After the heavy wind has razed the sandy tower…
They look at the white sky…
Seeking no umbrellas overhead .