The Rain - Debesh Kar

“Wonderful, is it not?” my friends asked.

I accept that, in all fairness, truly. But masked.

The silver liquid that is touched by them.

Hands no reason to still themselves in the shade.

The grass now cuddles with diamonds.

Happy dances, wide smiles, much glee.

No.

They were drenched in the rain, and I drowned.

They were laughing in joy, but my brow frowned.

Water, Nature, Land.

God made it all.

But I no longer perceive it at all.

Did they know, my father’s mishap that took the ship?

“Nicholas, I will come back”, he said, as his last words, sweet.

Returning from the town hill, began the rain.

He dragged his feet with love. Gentle and soft.

No matter what power a body of blood and bones holds,

When fate comes in blue, 

shall it not be a day of deaths? Lord knew.

He lost his rein, a step closer to an end.

A slip was witnessed on the road. I remember the blood-stain.

I perhaps, not have stood by my heart’s desire to disagree,

so when, “Wonderful, is it not?” my friends asked.

I accept that, in all fairness, truly. But masked.

• Debesh Kar