Calling for rain Gods

 

Calling for rain Gods

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Rain drops falling on my face

The morning hue keeps me warm inside

Rainbow seeping through the clouds

Colors in which I confide

 

He has launched a thousand poems,

Inspired a timeless art

Man came along with his modern weapons,

And destroyed this priceless boulevard

 

Immortalized the trees stand riding the

Vehicle of change……..

They cry out loud, O’ rain, O’ rain

When will u come

And wet me again?

  

I see the little boy within me,

Running on joy filled puddles of rain,

The puddles have gone, the rain has fainted

The little boy lies wounded in the drain.

 

We destroy what is not ours,

of god’s structures, that he painfully built,

 

Like exquisitely crafted sand castles collapsing under the weight of soggy impermanence,

the tapestry of human happiness….WILTS.

- Amit Panariya