Category: Poetry

Now I’ve managed to find the time
When will you be able to find it too?
I’ve got the evening lamp all primed
When shall I light it up for you?

 I was returning from begging along the village roads
You were driving by in your chariot of gold
Like some splendid dream at least so to me it seemed
What varied beauty your attire amazing
I thought in my mind this some great king

In wonder at monsoon cloud thunder play
With secret steps you made your way
Like the night, silently, you slipped away
Today dawn’s sky shuts its eye the sad breeze cries..

Grumble rumble thundercloud, monsoon rain
Sitting by the riverbank all hope seems vain
Haystack back wheat cutting laid back
By the river bank out on the flood plain
Harvesting the wheat and down came the rain