Washed away…

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14/06/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The great black cloud, washing the glorious sky,
travels across with mighty Gloom
With the men waiting for thunder and rain,
their bane has lost again its Doom.

The animal skin bursting at seams
while the men stick out their tongue,
To taste the precious drops of
Elixer. Wondering if again, ever, will it come.

The grounds cry with unbearable pleasure
as the random lightning caresses its back;
The men whimper and cry with tears
as the water runs down their harvest racks.

The whispered goodness runs aloud
while the bad takes a break;
The violent winds now lash the grounds
No trees to break them for Happiness sake!

The women hide their baskets covering
them with waxed sheets;
The children run wild amongst the clan
to wet their little feet.

The men danced to the tunes that
their women played;
The women are waiting for the sun to set.
Their most impatient wait till date.

The younger girls breeze the woods
and the forest sings the song of solace,
While the older men smoke their chellum
in the open and wonder aloud how big is the rain.

As the men, women and children, alike,
dance to the tunes of the Rain God
The homeless’ tears mingle with their sweat
as they weep and pray to their personal Lords.

Their tears have lost their pain
now that they’re used to their lost state.
They only expect with hopelessness
and wonder what losing bets their destiny’s waged.

Siddiqui F

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