Parched Earth is craving,
waiting for monsoon rain.
Hot loo winds are blowing
oozing sweat like a drain.
Schools of fish in dried-up lakes
are beginning to feel the strain.
Flocks of birds flying in the hot sun
are beginning to feel the pain.
Looking at scanty grasslands,
hordes of animals complain.
The sun goes below the horizon
and the moon takes up the rein.
All eyes are on the moon in the sky
and they pray for some hope again.
He pulls up tides creates storms,
and blesses the souls to sustain.
There is this hopeful feeling
that I really can't explain.
I keep looking up for you,
I know, it's not in vain.
Like the moon’s blessings,
you too shall come like the rain.
No, I’m not a hopeless romantic,
I am just trying to entertain.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2024 07:47
- Category: Love
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Comments1
You are welcome to some of our rain, we have plenty to share. Your poem tells me you have much heat and the environment is suffering the consequences. I hope you get some relief soon. Plenty of imagery in your lines and yes you entertained too. Have a lovely day.
Thank You !
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