Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A wand to poke the clouds


If I had one long wand
That reached far up to the sky
Would have poked it in the cloudland
Can't see the earth so dry!

Can't see the earth so dry
Scarred and deeply hurt
If I had a wand to poke the sky
Would have torn the clouds apart!

The parched earth is crying for rain
The soil is a desert track
Need a long wand to break open
The clouds to heal the crack!

The peasant is waiting on his tilled ground
May not his toil go waste
It's time for the clouds to be earthbound
Save the season's harvest!

O god give me a long magic wand
To dispel this summer's looming curse
Force the stubborn clouds to melt and disband
Come down on earth as showers!

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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