Rain sweeps dirt from the swines <br />No place they find to hide <br />In open field aimlessly they run a little <br />and back again <br /> <br />mother hog perhaps waits somewhere <br />swines are in rain now <br />rain has got new game to play today <br />rain and swine and an open field <br /> <br />Dancing air with furious velocity <br />And the horizon systematically <br />swelling light from surroundings <br />swines are now with fear <br />getting close together <br />no dirt with them <br />bloody faces become pale <br /> <br />but rain stops at a phase <br />scenario changes <br />in darkness <br />a mother hog <br />searching her littles <br />her footsteps they know very well <br />a sudden dart of returning home <br />the swines <br />chasing the darkness fiercely <br /> <br /> <br />(15/07/2011)<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swines-and-the-rain/
