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Rain diary -part 1 By S.Jagath simhan Nair 1. Fresh from that old overhead tank Is this first rain. Like a newborn babe Like hope, as the big hope itself A call for oneness to the soil Parched, cracked, divided & parting Thro’ slush, slime and murky gloom It rains life and hope. It rains. 2. Its spatter on sleep’s lid by night Is now an uproar with day break A damp, danky day building up. My heart brimming with fertile muck I wait for a seed to get caught. To spell future birth. Iam in A twilight zone now. With A concerned mom forcing her kid On to the school which in turn is Being closed due to bad weather. 3. It’s twelve at night after two days Of rainy whisper and whimper A squeal of a kid is floating in It’s getting promptly hushed. To be followed by a long tipsy grunt My windows are kept open. So the weather shouldn’t feel left out As rains plunge their icy hands, Into the season’s hot breath I dig my mind into this poem Which brings cosiness over doldrums 4. Yesterday’s rains had an ominous ring So, it was today a deluge. One thought the scenario would be Worsend by today’s thunder storm But thunder’s hyperboles meant nothing Yet the loved ones parted more distantly. Boys are paddling across paddy fields In rafts crafted with plaintain trunks Water snakes pause & stare causing A scare. And sink away. As boats With funfilled youths noisily pass. 5. The day does not rain. Yet it is Full with it. Flowing with it Dripping with it. No sun. No moon Needs none in fact. My kids too are resoundingly silent, watching TV I call this day concentration I am dreading its dissolution. But it’s all sombre. Loss of work. The huts that went without food. Fainting kids on mud floors. It rains On the wrong side of some people’s lives Wizened old men are out for their drinks Muttering imprecations to themselves 6. Today’s rains look political. A bundh is on in the town. Even those who want not to take part Are held up indoors. Such is The downpour. Which seems like helping The forced closure, resented by all. But no bundh for these rains ? But then Why it rains. To mark its protest? What a way. Perhaps rightly so. in keeping with the times’ ethos A protest that supports. A support That protests. I am all unhinged. I start padding around my flat. Bought with a hefty loan from Bank.

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Rain Diary-Part1

Rain diary -part 1 By S.Jagath simhan Nair 1. Fresh from that old overhead tank Is this first rain. Like a newborn babe Like hope, as the big hope itself A call for oneness to the soil Parched, cracked, divided & parting Thro’ slush, slime and murky gloom It rains life and hope. It rains. 2. Its spatter on sleep’s lid by night Is now an uproar with day break A damp, danky day building up. My heart brimming with fertile muck I wait for a seed to get caught. To spell future birth. Iam in A twilight zone now. With A concerned mom forcing her kid On to the school which in turn is Being closed due to bad weather. 3. It’s twelve at night after two days Of rainy whisper and whimper A squeal of a kid is floating in It’s getting promptly hushed. To be followed by a long tipsy grunt My windows are kept open. So the weather shouldn’t feel left out As rains plunge their icy hands, Into the season’s hot breath I dig my mind into this poem Which brings cosiness over doldrums 4. Yesterday’s rains had an ominous ring So, it was today a deluge. One thought the scenario would be Worsend by today’s thunder storm But thunder’s hyperboles meant nothing Yet the loved ones parted more distantly. Boys are paddling across paddy fields In rafts crafted with plaintain trunks Water snakes pause & stare causing A scare. And sink away. As boats With funfilled youths noisily pass. 5. The day does not rain. Yet it is Full with it. Flowing with it Dripping with it. No sun. No moon Needs none in fact. My kids too are resoundingly silent, watching TV I call this day concentration I am dreading its dissolution. But it’s all sombre. Loss of work. The huts that went without food. Fainting kids on mud floors. It rains On the wrong side of some people’s lives Wizened old men are out for their drinks Muttering imprecations to themselves 6. Today’s rains look political. A bundh is on in the town. Even those who want not to take part Are held up indoors. Such is The downpour. Which seems like helping The forced closure, resented by all. But no bundh for these rains ? But then Why it rains. To mark its protest? What a way. Perhaps rightly so. in keeping with the times’ ethos A protest that supports. A support That protests. I am all unhinged. I start padding around my flat. Bought with a hefty loan from Bank.