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