Rain: Five Scenes Poem by Arvind Srivastava

1.

She had forgotten the address of our house
The piece of paper on which I had written my address
The rain has soaked it..
My ink was weak and
The rain was acidic!
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2.

The rain kept
dripping from the roof
onto the canister lying in the courtyard
All night long it kept
sing out its melody
Someone kept hammering a nail
in the silence
We could not reject this knowledge of torture!
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3.

As a precaution
Amidst all the preparations
She secretly testified to my penury
First I was identified
Then the rain kept
breaking my solitude
Dripping on my forehead!
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4.

The stove
was in trouble with the rain
Then Borsi too
showed its face from time to time
Avoiding useless words of sentimentality
We too
never trusted fire and water
Baked rotis as per convenience
And sometimes
Quenched our thirst!
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5.

This is not rain
These are the tears of the proletariat
Included in the protest songs
What is left on earth is the
Thunderous voice of the soldier of nature

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