Meenas Poems
The monsoon has arrived
showers light and heavy
keeps us in a thrive
the heat taxes, not in a levy
the temperature has come down
the cool mornings with a drizzle intermittent
the noon that used to drown
with perspiration and discomfort incessant
has tamed incredibly to a mild condition
the evenings bring a cool wave bearable
while the nights extend a cold rendition
the days hereinafter would bring in cheer
a welcome respite from the scorching heat.
It used to rain all time
as October and November
were months of monsoon rains
bringing cheer in no time.
It is dry these days
very hot and drought prone
much against the routine
inducting famine all through the days.
With no rains in the yard
and oppressing heat in the field
there is a disproportionate feed
similar to the Great Famine .
The break of routine is not new
as it occurred even in the past
with the duration shortly cast
while now it stretches in a long queue
With the extension of dry spell all year round
none could survive with ease
as the scarcity mounts in leaps and bounds
filtering a not so pleasant experience all around.
How to combat Nature”s fury?
It has stubbornly gone ahead
denying the rightful rains at proper time
Well, it is perhaps its anger cast in a bury.
The cyclic monsoon hit the town
flooding it largely
lampooning the town extensively.
The rains poured day and night
no person was in sight
The roads were with water
everything else was shorter
with no activity either
and habitation neither
it looked deserted wholly
not looking wasted entirely
but fully logged and surrounded
marshy mess
and clogged
Generally water is a life-giver
now it has become life taker
halting the movements absolutely
while heralding an alert necessarily.
Meenas Poems 