GIGGLING RAIN
Whose giggles distract the clouds
of my thoughts from resting on the mountain tops
where rain like heaven’s nectar slowly drops
to flow as a stream of blessing for my land’s crops ?
Stranded under a tree near the road-side park
Is it the pitter-patter on leaves I hear in the dark ?
Or voices of girls floating in from the nearby mart
Or some long lost dear one’s voice resounding
in the drenched vale of my parched heart ?
Whatever be source of the giggle,
it brings me to the end of an inner struggle
to be happy in tune with new nuances of from rain
that temporarily shuts the mind from all kinds of pain !
copy right : Dr. S.K.Padhi / July 2016
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