Continued from Monsoon
Monsoon Again
We sat in the scorching sun for long
For long did we allow the blaze and embers
to glean through our skin and flesh
burning with the rage of the sky
Punishing us for sins of the past
With vengeance, the light did shine
and with vengeance it melted all
Wisdom, patience, sanity, hope
And wait did we in indoor chasms of our own making
Hidden from the world, hoping for relief
Unable, to look our tormentor into the eye
Begging, for mercy, expanding, our plight
For we are not the ones in the wrong
But it’s the crimes of the past that loom on
And so breaking sweat we prayed
To the sky to offer respite
And for long did we wait, till suddenly
The river seemed to call to us one day
And as we headed towards, the Gods gave a mighty call
As we sat along, roaring thunder was about
As we showed faith, it was rewarded with rain
Sitting by the river one fateful day
With the ground trembling and sky roaring
the first drops from the sky fell like a song from the sky
And what music it was! What delight!
As wait and faith took form of droplets
returned with the grace of the overlords
Perhaps it was a test of faith
perhaps a present for our endeavors
or, perhaps just a lesson divine
that the only way to appreciate your gifts
is to yearn for them a while
I know the rain can take form of a flood
As devastating as summer, perhaps more
But perhaps that’s the lesson hidden
Seasons will come and seasons will go
and the present is the only present we have
So cherish it well, till it becomes your tormentor
to be relieved by another, and yet another
As the cycle continues, the gift is the pain
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
Vishal Gupta
April 27th,
2023
