FIRST RAIN

You are the chill in the oozing drops

leaping  with lion’s force

onto  an Earth’s surface

anguished  for days in wait for the solace

that flow  like a cool cocktail

slaking  the thirst of Chataks in distress ;

the noise of a tinkling piu piu

while  pools of desire fill with water ,

the  sound  of satisfaction

during  quenching of pure passion ;

the fiery fizz of unwritten rhymes

bursting out of the bottle of poetry

buzzing at the brim to flow and sing,

a  lightning  in the heart of thunder ;

in soul’s  towering temple

a  blaring conch’s golden ring ,

a preparation  for the journey to above

after those drops’ desired drink .

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

17/06/14