The rain is coming
But, they have gone
Leaving the things in a mess.
They returned
On the bad road
Mumbling in the scattering showers.
Yet, the gates closed
From inside by a few reached earlier
Somewhere kept ajar.
There, they are waiting
For the darkness to set in.
The rain is coming;
All are waiting for it
Eagerly like a crow pheasant.
By the way,
They wish to keep the land.
so dear to them.
A well deserved poem on corruption and poverty that I appreciate it. Thanks for sharing.
I may have to ponder on it to know what were your thoughts behind this poem. It seems to point at many things and open to many interpretations. Early settlers do not want to share with late comers. But none can withstand the pressure too long.
A great metaphoric write. Corruption n poverty are sad realities n a stain on mankind. Well penned.
It was a dayrain rain go away but today...... Well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leaving the things in a mess! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.