Monsoon Love Poem by Saroj Padhi

Monsoon has come at last with big lightning and thunder
changing the hues of the sky, sprinkling a soft shower
as our burnt-out desires fly as ash in snaky streets
of ‘Fani' ravished hamlets, raising sparks from a smolder;

as we rot here in dark hamlets without food and water
the hot wind from a darkish-brown Sky is followed soon
by dark clouds of cheer, blowing open our weakened door
to the touch of crazy shower that douses the burning fire;

the outpour smears the face and fills the fiery eyes
of the Earth with dreams of green love here and there,
as I think of the lighting in your eyes that once
blazed a dead Moon under clouds heading for thunder!

Let me sleep tonight lending ears to the music of rain,
dream of the joy the wind finds in the dark den of the sky
as it plays its lute of love on the balding head of the mountain
in tune with the gurgles of a softly drinking lean fountain!