Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 4th November 2023
After quenching the thirst of the Earth,
Again the rain flows
everywhere.
My body shivers with the whisper of the rain
My body sways with the soft murmurs from the blades of grass!
Again the last raindrops of the season kiss the sea, like a lover.
Oh, I can hear the trembling of the new bride…
Caressing wind lulls her shivering veil until the arrival of the desired one!
I can feel the rhythm of her heartbeats with the sudden echoes of the unwanted thunder in her chamber.
The passionate cloud pregnant with diverse emotions floats.
It glides like a bright ship in the distant sea,
Bathed in the last raindrop of the season,
The distant hill shines with its head high.
By gracing the celebration of the nocturnal birds
Rain arrives in haste
And then slowly faints in the distant horizon
By drenching all dried souls with the magic of power and fertility!
