Democracy Of Umbrellas Poem by Anubhav Tulasi

God hadn't created rain
to wet the bras, panties and petticoats
of charming cheerful colourful beauties

Baser still or nobler still
maybe there is some other motive
Never nears the hard-hearted
only crushes the soft

If that be the sole duty of rain
the creator himself is sowing
the seeds of doubt

Perhaps on the strength of rain
God's existence survives

Thus the curious are keen
to find the way out
through the mazes

In whose affairs has rain
played a spoilsport

Is it for the reason
lightning bolts fall upon the heads

Thus perhaps
the markets are on fire
from that fire God emerges

Clouds have been made after this emergence
Between the creases of white and purple hues
who plays hide-n-seek
why do forms rush into formlessness
Who's moulding fire-horned arms
from bolts of lightning crushed to dust
Rebelsand bourgeois scramble
to buy this infallibility

Thus God holds
an open fare of rain

With what intent
who holds open
over our heads
the democracy of umbrellas