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.
Monsoon Bliss
-
- Posts: 1619
- Joined: 01 Jun 2008, 09:17
Re: Monsoon Bliss
Another beautiful snapshot. Exotic. Nice flow
-
- Posts: 2688
- Joined: 03 Jun 2016, 21:03
Re: Monsoon Bliss
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.
the not
so versatile repeat
in chorus a simple line,
' we want rain" competes.
Re: Monsoon Bliss
Your brief comment encourages me, Ken.
Makes me feel, Well, I do write some good verse.
Thanks.
Makes me feel, Well, I do write some good verse.
Thanks.
meenas17