The Rainfall

By Adarsh Singh

The man burning in the sunshine

With only a hope in the divine

Looking towards sky desperately

No one knows from where the wind is blowing

Like in the desert it's snowing

You know it's serious when a man fears

Suddenly, water drops fell in the field

It was not the rain

But the man's tears

Not only water, but sweat was also irrigated

Helpless eyes, feeling agitated

Listless hand, abutting the rigid soil

Brain demented with this turmoil

He stood up and moved toward the tree

A tranquil realm turned into chaotic

as his son found him

hanging on the tree.

By Adarsh Singh