Rain in the desert
There is rain and thunder in the desert,
Scorched to the core are the sand grains
To an extent that lost is all their thirst
For the sweetness of this nectar pure
Whose fall incessant is not in vain,
Formed are the swamps in shame
As roiled is the sand by the rains,
Bedouins gazed the skies for ages
For scant smell of the clouds consoling,
Their eyes silent are ablaze with joy
At this bounty of water falling in fanfare
From the skies on their land sunburnt,
Yet in this spark lies the seed of their woe
As this largesse will tomorrow be a history
And on its path will still be life on this land
Always on the cue to foil the mirages
In its search for an oasis of its dreams
To quench its thirst in the dryness dense
And fate consenting would live on its grace
To lay eyes upon another such bounty.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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