The rain of hope

Sahaj Parikh
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

On a piquant monsoon afternoon,
Rain of hope,
Gentling yet titillating
Finds it way to me on the seashore.

Amidst a deep stupor,
about the habitat, quite not sure
Occasionally, missing a snore
I wonder what the soothing maneuvering droplet has come for.

Startled,
by the droplet, I get gobbled.
Hesitantly, I get over the reverie.
Droplet does a tranquil whisper in my ear.

I am your hope.
I am finally at the coast.
You need me now the most.
All will be well, hums the drop.

Quite not sure,
finally out of my stupor,
I ask the little droplet
where is it trying to get.

The zephyry droplet remains quiet
shining more silvery in the midday light
One after another,
more and more droplets I discover.

With its plunge on my fretful face.
The calm I discover,
distraught does not leave a trace,
happy I feel, new energy brings intense tremor.

Profound elation.
Acute pacification.
Satisfaction.
Sublimation.

The rain of hope falls gently
and off goes all my agony.
The rain of hope fell heavily.
The deluge of bliss inundated me.

Sahaj Parikh
7th September 2018

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