Long Sadrain Poems
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I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That the rain would
While we were sleeping
rain through the porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts
I remember when it rained
When I was still a young boy
That the water would
While my grandmother
Was trying to prepare supper
flood the fire place
and put the fire off
And we would go to sleep hungry
I remember when it rained
Back in the days
That all our food,
All our clothes
Would be subjected
To coffee colored stains
Of water dripping through
The porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts
I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That we could not sleep
We could not have food
to fill our hunger
We could not have
Dry clothes to put on
And I did not like the rain
Have you ever looked up and wondered why?
That the clouds floating high in the sky
Seem to know your emotions as they fly by.
Like when you loose a loved one which makes you sad and cry
They rain non stop and it seems they’ll never run dry.
Or when you’re lonely unloved, feeling blue,
They tend to stay grey and not rain is it just me or is it true?
Sometimes you don’t seem to care any more,
They float in cotton balls on the winds at heaven’s door
But when you happy, joyous and full of play
The sun tends to shines because the wind has blown them away.
Next time look up and see if it’s true
When you happy, crying or just feeling blue.
Noonday Sun
Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.
Once up on a time,
The monsoon season covered,
Shivering sounds of birds from distance wood.
I listened the cricket's music where in dark silent.
I made some clay figures and sold in a street.
Every children happy to saw and few never noticed.
I gave it gift to the poor children.
Their broad eyes filled with joy.
I walked lonely, small flowers smiled to stoop.
That rainy night, i carved the image of groom and bride.
And i stitched the nature flowers with beads.
It turned to wonderful garlands.
The nupital began, i enjoyed to saw the trational ceremony.
At a moment, my glass- heart fragiled
Heavy rain splashed in outside.
When harsh wind blowing, rain ruined my images.
I snuggled, the dark shade of life.
My tears rolled in, just mingle with clay.