Rains Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

Rains have been robbed of their freshener

Such phrases as -

a rain of melody or

a shower of blessings

still linger

The language that we use

was made by our forefathers

It does not give us clear vision

If we could doff our language

and look about ourselves

we would discover ourselves

in a burning marge

In the visible darkness we could find

our leaders fallen from grace

who led us in the unholy war against God

Do you want to know their names?

Einstein and Gamow

Darwin and Marx

Edison and Feeud are some of them

Acid rains are the rule of the day

The fire dragon that killed Bewoulf

multiplied

and they are found in the heavens

in the shape of aircrafts

And they are found on earth in the shape of automobiles

And their emissions are felt in the blood

and felt in the heart

They pass into the purer soul till

those who were made in His image

metamorphose into

scientists and engineers

politicians and planners

to people the hell created

by God the Father

Our naive forefathers

who manufactured myths

were prophetic

Aeons back they saw the hell

where we inhabit

Let us get rid of the language

that hides the truth of hell

from our eyes