Bounty & Bane

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26/01/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The rain fell in torrents
And the maiden seemed tired.
The lazy evening wore a saggy
Feel and a drowsy attire.

The rain fell in buckets
And the girls fell in delight.
The sinewy arms they loved
But chose to faint with mock fright.

The rain fell just right
And the girls shrieked loud.
The men cowed, some in fright some
With disgust, at their clout.

The men walked with  limps
Behind their ladies backs,
While the rain fell in myriad colours
And filled their empty hats.

I saw this all with curiosity
Inside my heart
And the rain fell on my face
Calling it a farce.

Then the rain seemed to slow
To the most painful pace.
I saw a twinkle in the sky
And miracle reared its mace.

The rain fell in drops
And the world seemed fair.
Men and woman shook themselves
Dry and both seemed gay.

The rain stopped short and the
World resumed its duty.
The woman stayed home and the
Men returned with bounty.

If nature routes be changed
As neared doom and hell.
That rain’ll fall twice over
And ruin the music of our bell.

Siddiqui F.

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