Wednesday, January 03, 2007


The light suddenly grows dim,
Dark clouds cover the blue heavens,
A bolt of lightening, sound of thunder,
You can behold it all in the air,
Millions of droplets appear in the sky,
Racing down to grace the ground,
A gift of God to mankind,
A bird dances, a farmer ecstatic,
Never before the earth so green,
Renascence of the barren land,
Solace to the heat oppressed man,
But mere rain to a few!

(Wrote in Lucknow on a rainy day, 9th Dec 1997)

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