I also yearn for rain-clouds, not just with my eyes, <br />but with all my heart; <br />the lament of parched burnt earth brings to my nerves also <br />a feeling of deathly famine, <br />it introduces in me a thousand cracks like those <br />on a cobra, <br />the sun's malicious heat has cracked my albal too. <br />I have seen men gaze, the earth gaze uninterrupted <br />at that dusty vicious sky, <br />for even today this soil and the thousand-eyed sky <br />predominate life. <br />Day and night I also have wanted the flow <br />of rainwater. <br /> <br />So today I listen to this pleasant rain <br />that turns durba grass green, <br />I watch it, I breathe it in as it wets my skin, <br />inwardly I also work and plant this burnt field <br />that is my being, <br />I turn into trembling ears of grain. <br />In my nerves also today's ashar of the soil <br />convolves into a monsoon festival, <br />it floods my heart, it flows in spate; <br />I string these pearl-beads and let that beauty <br />fill my consciousness, <br />I put them around her neck whose arm <br />is around mine. <br /> <br />The darkness of my body is a cloudy song, <br />those intense rays a hymn to sunrise and sunsets. <br /> <br />My newly-sprouted poems also sway in that <br />satisfied breeze <br />like imminent Ashwin rice-flowers.<br /><br />Bishnu Dey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-also/
