Rain , Rain , Go Away …………..

Rain  , Rain , Go Away   .............. long poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal


Hey Rain ! A blessing though we call you
Do you bring the same cheer every time ?
Why behave so insanely sometimes
Like an enemy swearing vengeance ?

True , you arrive with soothing relief
When the earth is all dried up and parched
With its creatures restless and famished
Invoking God’s mercy all day and night .

Then you descend from the heaven above
Like a shower of nectar sprinkled all over
Reviving life in the dying landscapes
Providing it with timely succor .

But this bonhomie does not last long
When you shed off your sweet countenance
And turn out to be deadly hostile
Displaying the wrath of a sworn marauder .

And start lashing havoc all around
Right from the hills to the deep valleys
Down to green fields damaging rich crops
And human habitations with thick populace .

With thundering cloudburst and wild torrents
Disrupting pathways and overflowing rivers
Blocking highways with frequent landslides
Collapsing houses , burying people alive .

Trees , men, animals being drowned
And carried away by monstrous waters
Vehicles on roads being swept away
Instead of reaching their destined places .

All this show of arrogant power
Is to be condemned and sorely despised
Hence , please stop this callous carnival
Of cruel actions and destructive stance

Enough of this frightening episode
Now drop the curtain on this horrible play
And let normal life resume itself
To repair and rebuild the mammoth damage .

Else , who will ever welcome you again
In this ravaged and deserted land ?
And who will need even your blessings
If no one is allowed to stand and survive ?

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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