The Little Girl And Her Rain Boots Poem by Puspanjali Sahu

I saw a little girl
come near to her window
and see the raindrops falling
so intensely
as if
with the rain drops
her feeling are slipping away

Each time
I think
this time
surely this time
she will open the doors
and come out
will lift her arms
into the sky
and made her inhibitions
fall down

This time
surely this time
she will strip out
her feelings
forget
all those things
you termed
as regrets
and let her soul
lie down

This time
surely this time
she will open her mind
close her eyes
will keep her senses unfold
but will not try to hold
Rather will allow
each drop of rain
glide through her veins

But this time
this time also
hesitations grips her feet
and she tried to touch
warmth of dripping raindrops
from the other side of the window
with her fingertips

I looked into her eyes
and felt
if I look little longer
she will cry
I wonder why?

One sunny afternoon
when she was out
with her rosy pink smirk
and obligatory look
I asked her
what keeps her live in secret pain
Does not she love rain?

With fluttering voice
she replied
Yes
I
I also
love rain
But I could love rain
only from my windows side
because I love my rain boots
more than I love rain

And I afraid
If I walk in rain
rain will distilled my vein
but my rain boot
will be filled with pain

I wish
I could hold her hands tight
and give her
all my strength
to fight
heavy prohibitions
unconstrained dedication
and painful oppositions
that will come on her way
which she thinks
will be like sunny days
warm and bright

I wish I could say
on her face
rain can and will cover suddenly
a sunny bright dry sky
and
on that day
your rain filled boot
will not walk with you

So,
don't try hard
to drag them
with your emotions
Don't let your feelings
sink helplessly
in the sea of depression

Rather put your rain boots off
Let your naked feet feel
the coldness of the refreshing flowing water of rain

and
start loving your rain like life
again