ಕಾಗೆ....

The rain..

Blowing softly through the valley of hell

breeze of message has been disposed off

a probable invasion from the sky.

clouds in its regular exercise, camouflaged in dark grey

preparing for the the unavoidable vertical onslaught

by the irregular scattered bullets from the high

guided through the wind in a deafening sound

the frightened  baby monkey clasped in a tight embrace

somewhere near the equator blinking blindly

at the moist furnace

tropical canopy has nodded in fear

to welcome the guest

signalling the swaying soldiers of virgin forest

the perplexed birds have gone to their nest,

the bugle thundered behind the dangling lightnings

splashing pearls kiss the thirsty broken soil,

fumed with dust of sigh,in the vagabond sand dune

under the volatile liquid gold

the droplets leached into the wrinkles

disappeared back in the womb of the mother earth

like a marsupial pouch,in the downs of Australia

the howling rain, the flooded streets,

the town newly formed island,

standing crops creeping,

the bloated corpse floating

drifting Caracas rotting,

sense of guilt too disturbing,

shielded with the crocodile tears,

a gesture of concern....!! 

name it...."natures fury"

who would care and  carry the burden of science?

effects are musical rhymes,

vibgyor or El-nino...green house,

I am sorry.

interpretation is really too easy....

introspection is ever self deception...