Parched Earth?

The cracks in the brown earth

Overwhelming and stark

So misleading, so deceptive

Can make you wonder

Is a spark in my hearth?

Observe carefully, see reason

I only strain to watch a ’plane

The sun does not cause a shadow

Can you not smell rain on mother earth?

Yes, it is the start of the kharif season.

Open the mind and see life come aglow

Streaks of green, rising from the soil

More than whisper hopeful tales

Not at all about a land parched

But of a pot of gold and the rainbow.

Ye! You friendly stranger!

Do not miss the woods for the trees

Look at the brighter side of life

This will be season of plenty

There is just no danger.

April 28, 2005… 6:43pm