To the land where no drops fall!

“A drop-

Falls from the distant blue-

Whirling and twirling-

Hits that window-pane…

And another follows- its rule-

And hits again that window-pane,

And finally, many of them fall-

Like the tap-dancers in the rhythm tap!

And washes the blemish in that window-pane!

She observes the drops sliding down the glass!

Holding that china-cup-

And freshly brewed coffee in it!

She blushes-

After smelling the wild fragrance of the mud!

As many of those droplets

Hit that window pane…

That window pane made up-

Of the crystals- so brilliant and precious…

After all-

It is this first rain-

That visited her mansion!

She, again, fell in love!

With those clouds…

Deadly and dark!

Alas-

Once they shall fly-

Fly as far and as high-

Beyond the walls of her mansion,

And across this city of price-tags!

Following the road of shimmering lights,

That shall-

Reach far beyond the comfort,

They shall meet

This land-

Of the tiny huts and hamlets.

The harshness peeps in through-

The roofs that used to leak-

The charred land-

Where once…

The gush of winds played…

With the verdant contentment!

Lies dead and dried!

Their parched lips and throats!

And hearts-

Cannot barely blush under the blazing heat!

No drops fall here-

And hit the window pane!

The ragged curtains convey the dust-

And only dust!

When the dried hot wind traverses…

Through them…!

When those clouds shall reach here!

I fear-

If these hamlets will have the souls in it!

Buried in the hunger and thirsts,

Their existence will be forever concealed!

Whilst-

She still enjoys the rain!

A drop!

Stumbling down from the petal-

In her posh backyard…

Awaits for her love to come home!

Sigh!

There are few who ended up their lives-

With a promise to never return!

To the land where no drops fall!"

Photo-credits:

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Author's Note

When we enjoy the same rain that drizzles over us...I see in those drops--the reflection of faces who anticipated the rain as their last hopes. When I read an article about the Maharashtra (a state in India) suffering from drought- I got carried away in my thoughts. There are moments when we play with the rain-drops, sail our paper boats--all momentary! and there are people whose life depends on it! I would like to dedicate this poem to those who lost their lives in the hope of showers!

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I have enjoyed your work for a long time, and I like this too !

[Dayran]

Rain ... its importance ... kindness and cruelty ... well expressed in a poem of abundance and deprivation.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful story told in the poem. You took the reader to places and serious situation. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A scathing endowment of what this world has to offer to us, regards in time my darling, well done, good read.