The Rain Came
The rain arrived,
All waited,parched,
With hopeful breast.
But down it poured,
For days on end.
Rivers,lakes,and
Ponds swelled high,
Their bank's submerged
Beneath the sky.
From the poor farmer's pond
The fish escaped
Into the night.
To roadside rills
And drains they fled,
Where nets were cast,
And spears were sped.
In the yards they gleam,
A silver prize, reflected
In the people's eyes.
"Oh,farmer,tell,
Can you still claim these fish
Now caught,
By fortune's game ?"
Run,farmer,run,don't
Waste a breath !
Bring forth your net,
Defy the death
Of your small fortune,
Quickly try
To catch what's left as
Time goes by !"
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2018
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