Strange!
Waking up suddenly, grandma asked: is
it raining?
No, it is not, said the child, busy with her old
toys.
But I heard the torrential rains
over the tiled roofs, green fields,
the singing river and the winding streets!
Intrigued, the kid opened the window.
A fierce sun shone on Delhi's cluttered skyline
Then…the kid felt
the soft rains, falling drop-wise
in cupped hands, thrust out
of barred windows, tingling the palms
sliding down into the ground
Hey, you cannot store the diamonds for long!
Rain catching...
a forgotten sport!
Sunil
Sharma is a writer based in Mumbai, India. A college principal, he has
published four books of poetry, two books of shorts and a novel in English,
apart from co-editing six literary anthologies.
He edits Episteme: http://www.episteme.net.in/
very interesting poem would work well as a haibun,best wishes,angelee
ReplyDeleteHats off to Sunil Sharma! A new thought for me: "rain catching"
ReplyDeleteYou pushed my poetry button.....
A lovely and original poem, Sunil; I'll have to try rain catching! // paul
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