Little rain, may I not wonder at all,
What a journey it takes for so many to make you fall,
While the Sun shines so bright with a vigorous call
That takes the water from wombs of my earth
In clouds reigning splendor where they invigorate
They wander around the blue firmament
Drops of little feathery light water accumulate
And gains day by day a weight
Only to bear you with ardent care and love's prayer
The impregnated clouds with a thundering desire
To come back again to this Earth Mother
You come out with a mission and a vision alltogether
To make the journey to your home a holy gesture
No wonder, it is the Divine's tears of love and mercy, O Dear!
Copyright: Shamik Bose
17th Dec 2010 Calcutta
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