Rain Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

With noise and thunder
With triumph and rapture,
the celestial body descends
on the muggy and sun burnt earth,
a huge crowd of ivory white dots
lashing on the ground in unison
to instill a feel of freshness
and dispel a sense of gloom.
like flowers thrown at the feet of deity
it falls upon us as blessings and rewards.

It falls to ignite a fire
within the hearts of weak and timid.
It imparts a spark to the sapling
to sprout and renew a promising life.
It falls to cleanse the stain of blood
from the hand that holds a knife
or accepts bucks on the sly.
It falls to make us rise,
to guide us to truth and ideal
from a paralyzed and debunk society.