Monsoon Bliss

[meenas17]

The water starved town
congregates in the temple.
Shlokas and hymns call
Varuna, the Rain God, who
is indignantly obstinate
refuses to condescend.

Weeks together,
the invocation goes on.
The Yagnas try to appease
Varuna. The fumes rise up,
cajole him with aromatic
infiltration.

Rag, Ananda Amirtavarshini
tries to catch up
with the chant, the not
so versatile repeat
in chorus a simple line,
' we want rain" competes.

Ecstatic to see the Monsoon
the townsfolk return.
In days greenery takes hold
cultivation begins,
the almost dead river
begins to flow.

Pranayams To Varuna.

[Kenneth2816]

Another beautiful snapshot. Exotic. Nice flow

[BobBradshaw]

I like it, especially the ending. My only criticism... to say these lines a bit more simply, conversationally:

the not
so versatile repeat
in chorus a simple line,
' we want rain" competes.

[meenas17]

Your brief comment encourages me, Ken.
Makes me feel, Well, I do write some good verse.
Thanks.

[meenas17]

Bob, you help me a lot to fine tune my writing
Thanks,