Saturday, August 27, 2022

Sipra's diary : aug15/22 (Revised 2) RAINY SEASON >. W=.264 // L=40

                                        Rainy Season   :Sipra Roy    

                     Words264      //L40

                   Abiding by the Nature's law  in the cyclic path ,

                   Rainy season comes in the midway of the year. 

                   Sometimes  late,  playing fun to keep us wait in sweat 

                   As the raging  sun throws furious  frowning eyes to earth!


                    Kind Nature spreads  a veil  of  cloud  over earth, to shroud  

                    The burning eyes of  the sun.  Soothing touch of   cloud  

                    Which cajoled  the sun   by  spreading  a   mysterious spell 

                    That melt his heart  in love with abundant showers  on the earth;

                    To cool, cleanse  and drench  by  settling the dust.


                    How sweet is the smell of  first  rain-soaked  soil

                    That  bears the aroma of  First love of  the Zeus- the- sun!

                    The  leaves of trees shiver in joy, while feeding the excess 

                    To the lower branches; and cherish 'share and care of upper class' !


                    How romantic to listen  in the silence of dark night 

                    The concert of  frogs's croak and crickets'  clitter

                    With soft  musical  rhythm  of raindrops: toop-top, toop-top;

'                   Rain whispers, 'I'm the Poetry of nature, not merely the cleanser!'


                    In terms of Bible or spirituality  rain stands as metaphor 

                   For renewal of life, by cleansing sins and negativity ;

                   Though  also causes  lots of  misfortune and agony;

                   Yet it is  considered as vital season of the  whole year!                  


                   I remember how gloomy I felt, in  childhood rainy  day, 

,                 To stay prisoned and  lamenting for spoiling  the fun of  play;

                   Thanks to the  poet who held  the muse  

                   Memorable in childhood rhyme:

                  "Rain Rain go away, come again , another day

                   Little John wants to play.!"

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