A DAY AFTER THE STORM
A hush has fallen,
Nature is still,
Tired she sleeps,
After a bout of angry tears.
The tempest had raged,
All through the night.
Now she is calm but brooding,
Over her restless dreams.
The earth with infinite patience,
Watches her with love.
He has seen many such moods; borne many such furies.
She wakes up rosy and flushed,
Kisses him with a contrite air.
Her radiant sunbeams,
Touch the earth with warm fingers.
Rivulets over the hills,
Green smell of dank vegetation,
Shrinking dewdrops on glossy leaves,
The only witnesses to her stormy tantrums.
The smell of earth is in the monsoon breeze;
Strings of pearly droplets from trees,
Drum down an old old rhythm,
Mist rises from the ground drenched in rain,
Wet jasmine flowers droop sadly in their boughs,
Their thoughts full of yesterday.
The muddy rivulets run on joyfully
With a fleet of paper boats
Puffed up on self importance.
The palms sway in quiet majesty
Humoring the monsoon's rough little caresses
Pay heed to the 'koel' my love, do,
Her forlorn cries are for you
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