AN ALLEGORY OF MONSOONS

⁯Monsoons bring coolness
And pain
Wakes the poet inside you
Takes you back
To the days of yore
You live as a child
And the raindrops pour...

Monsoons bring pleasure
And fun
Closes your school
You run and run
Along the fields
Raindrops splashing upon your face
Wet soil soaks
More and more drops
Smell of earth puffs and puffs...
The farmer yokes his oxen
Sings the ballad of earthen men
You do not go home
A happiness and peace
You were craving for
Fills your heart...
You tear your notes
Float paper boats...
Monsoon makes them sink
Yet you never do think
You make more and more
Till your heart gets sore
And the raindrops pour...

Monsoons bring happiness
And death...
You sleep on grassy fields
Facing the cloudy skies
And rains wash your eyes...
You see diamonds falling
Pearls dashing down leaves
You remember grannie's fables...
And you close your eyes...⁮

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The Pantomimist

He never said a word where None would suffice. And really Words were luxuries, wrongfully Labeled as necessities Freedom who, freedom where Freedom when, he couldn't go Home, which home was it really !! He didn't say, he smiled sad This is your place, this is where You belong, they always said He never used words, he never Raised his voice, he only smiled sad Borders and limits and words Languages, cultures, Nations Religions, loyalties and societies Freedom from whom ? Freedom when ? The home was long lost among Those borders drawn and the earth Divided, for whom ?? His earth, his love His birthright. He never said a word. Kisses were perversely preferable than wars He made love to the earth in a very profane way Across the borders of the living and the dead Though he got murdered, did the pantomimist die !!!

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