I live in Bangalore. A place well known in South India for its pleasant weather. My city is visited almost everyday during the summer by the lovely rain. On one such rainy afternoon, I wrote this light poem...
I'm sure you have
And so have I
As a little girl
With missing teeth
I thought to myself
"The trees are having a shower"
And then I thought "Maybe
God wants to quench the thirst
Of the loyal sunflower"
As a playful girl of ten
Mischief told me that
Rain was God's gift to children-kind
To play in the muddy puddles
On the way back home
With a colourful umbrella in one hand
And the burdensome school bag on the back
I believed him
Till I reached home
With a soiled uniform
One not so fine day
The grim teacher in school
(Who I'm sure has never played in the rain)
Told our shocked ears and empty minds
About the water cycle,
Evaporation, condensation
Clouds, water vapour.....whew
She turned the playful rain
Into some sort of brain pain
I went home that day and cried
Then, many years later
My mother told me
"God sends the rain
To gladden our hearts
To refresh our minds
To wash away the dust of monotony
Choking our lives
To remind us of the child in us
Waiting to be set free
And of course to give the entire earth, a nice, clean shower"
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-05-13 at 12:06
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Rain!
Have you wondered why it rains?I'm sure you have
And so have I
As a little girl
With missing teeth
I thought to myself
"The trees are having a shower"
And then I thought "Maybe
God wants to quench the thirst
Of the loyal sunflower"
As a playful girl of ten
Mischief told me that
Rain was God's gift to children-kind
To play in the muddy puddles
On the way back home
With a colourful umbrella in one hand
And the burdensome school bag on the back
I believed him
Till I reached home
With a soiled uniform
One not so fine day
The grim teacher in school
(Who I'm sure has never played in the rain)
Told our shocked ears and empty minds
About the water cycle,
Evaporation, condensation
Clouds, water vapour.....whew
She turned the playful rain
Into some sort of brain pain
I went home that day and cried
Then, many years later
My mother told me
"God sends the rain
To gladden our hearts
To refresh our minds
To wash away the dust of monotony
Choking our lives
To remind us of the child in us
Waiting to be set free
And of course to give the entire earth, a nice, clean shower"
Poetry by Rijutha
Read 417 times
Written on 2011-05-13 at 12:06
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