Poem

Damsel and Rain

Peacock indicate arrival of rain,

Damsel brings rain on scorching desert.

On par with showering rain and silky wind,

She appears like a Queen’s promenade,

Her steps disturb not, single bug beneath.

Greenish garden, Bush and groves,

Turns reddish, glow not of the sun,

But they bashful of damsel, thus blush

Drops that fell on her adored body attain

Its objectives and reason for the birth.

The untouched cry more to be born again;

The cycle of rain is all in hope of same.

The unfortunate one is that fell far,

Dark clouds contrasted her swan white-

Skin, shine like silver and platinum ring.

Skilled goldsmith nay seen such material.

They can make endless Jewel out of her-

Fallen nail bit. Completely uncontaminated.

Lightning, Thunder more of in celebration,

The rain follows wherever she goes…

There at a distance penetrating dim,

I sat on bench brooding- My

Eyes on her feet and path

Made a red carpet of thousand red

Rose petals, cut the sharp thorns

Bleeds my hand, but still smiles

At seeing damsel ambulate…