Never ending Indian summer
burning heat, dust storms
people camatose on road sides
birds dropping from the sky
bands of kids in the evening
with their improvised tin drums
go from street to street chanting
beating their drums -
rabba rabba meenh day
sadi kheti daanay day
(give us rains, o god
give us grains in fields)
God listens as intensely as
they beat their deafening drums
pitch dark clouds, dreadful lightening
never ending monsoon pours down
no sign of sun, deluges
flooded rivers, villages wash away
houses fall, bridges collapse, thousands die
washed in holy ganges with sewage and garbage
when the merciless rains stop
here come the bugs, mosquitoes, flies
diphtheria, diarrhea, dengue, malaria
those who survived floods, now die
and people pray, O God of gods
we are drowning in water
please, please stop the rains
please stop the rains
God is merciful, almighty
he gives you what you ask
he wants his creation happy
but no body is happy, always wanting
something or the other, rains or no rains.
Good one and so true. I don’t know if we are really looking to be happy! But all of us are looking for somebody to hear our complains, and who has more time to listen than God! Thanks for sharing and thanks for your comment on my poem. Wish you a very happy new year.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your comment, Savita.