The parched earth
looks up in despair
intent ears to listen
the splatter of drops
awaiting the dolled up
bride to drench them
wet all over.
Humans, plants, animals
are in welcome mood
sing in chorus greetings
to deities,
some
offering Ray Ban to sun
to soften his angry eye.
The song of soul and
song of all , fall on the roofs
from tree tops to the roots.
O’ you sweaty bodies
cynical sleeves, peep out
from your hiding shelves
throw your anguish,
come be ready swell with
pleasure you sullen breed.
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
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