Hour Before The Rain
Moirangthem Minakshi Devi *
Hour ere the rain, a sight a poet in me witness,
A panorama before my eyes in broad daylight.
Students boarding a bus in a rush,
A clatter of jackhammers mending craked up roadside,
The traffic police panting whilst easing up a rowdy gridlock,
A cyclist fuming by over perforated tyre,
Whilst on a bench under the Acacia at Kanglapath rest two lovers.
A juvenile in flimsy sillper,slipping through the crowd with a tea-kettle,
And a businessman with potbelly seen to lure customers.
A hurried city with wide hustle and bushel,
A loud noise knead with the air.
Caught in the wift of the city, I ponder,
If I could ever see a phase of serenity?
Minutes after the sky blurs,sheets of grey cloud crawls in.
A rill of chill air in the leaves and a soft insistent sound,ere a looming downpour.
It now rains, with a willingness to calm the city to allay tensity and cacophony
A state of tranquillity after all the bewilderness,
The ringing on the ground of the vertical trickles,
Where passer-by grope at corners in pursuit of shelter.
A clamour of constant horns and crowd eases up,
A state of silence follows,where all surrenders to the Nature.
It all vanishes with the sun, when rain appears,
The noisy apparatus evaporates, as it has rained.
* Poem written by Moirangthem Minakshi Devi for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 14 August 2020.
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