Look at the rain drops!
Like precious pearls from the sky,
A blessing for thirsty earth,
Bursting life after death.
Old hardened hands,
Open palms slowly raised towards the sky,
Falling tears for all the happiness,
Saved from the killing draught!
Beautiful. In the days of draught and heat that we are having this poem is a soothing relief.
Here in New York, Mother Nature has been playing her sky-games again! Spring was as dry as the Gobi Desert, and this past month I can't seem to keep my clothes dry or my car clean! Yet, I hear ya' on those pearls, as i'd always rather hearing that our resivoirs are over-maxed as opposed to smked-dirt dry! Solid penning, indeed! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Draught is very painful. I don't understand why sometimes the most merciful God shows his cruel face that too for those innocent farmers, animals....who know no sin and why he never punish these politicians, gangsters with drought?