Haiku Corner
Created | Updated May 19, 2004
Who Brought This Rain
Dark clouds
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Monsoon.
Gust of showers
Floor the seeds
Moorhens scatter and fly.
Water pools
In buckets and tanks
Tadpoles are born.
River flows
Like a harvest chant
Weeping mermaids return.
Rice, sugarcane
Paddy, wheat and maize
Bazaars set abuzz.
Who brought this rain?
Did they predict after years of draught?
When crickets dance, thunder claps.
The king of kings
Is just a pauper.
He begs for alms
At every door step.
He lives in tales
The weaver knows
And potters and fishermen.
No ones really seen
The harvest king
Grandmother said,
He drives a chariot rainbow.
Still no one cares
Still no one dares
Travelling by trams
Watching the monsoon.
Only children play
With water and mud
Naked
They leap like frogs.
