My dear
You keep pouring over
On some cloud of the earth or other
Or as often
Just stay barren …
But is it really thy Providence?
For a pregnant cloud does issue
Only when it has a motherly hue
So are you a pregnant cloud?
Not just hopes secured!
Nor those dodgings merely heard!
Oh my dear !
Just try and keep your steps with me
For I am teaching nothing
Oh yes, I’m teaching nothing
Because no on unto Nature
Takes up like a tutor or sir
And He alone who is formless
Sings to all an eternal solace
But we are ever so dumb
Trampling upon the divine crump for our souls too are untaught
With no seer in the clouds caught
We are the all lusty morass
Clouds dense, laden with mass
And he labour to pour our lives
In this divine monsoon’s jives
All fools thus admiring passion
Seek forever the same salvation …
Come, let’s get away from mentions
Forgetting the bygone illusions …
Come with me …
Don’t stifle the rain in thee …
For it doesn’t matter for once
Even it the hailstorm comes
May the soul freezing icicles crumble
In death’s ghastly rumble
… Never mind that !
May be blooms and flower
Your pouring might spur
… It doesn’t matter !
Just come with me …
And pour like torrents for once …
Care not whether it’s love or gore
Pent up feelings or kindly store
Just pour, even things insane
For nothing’s new to Nature’s vein
Oh feel that you too are on old corn!
Only new chests to pride adorn!
Do you or rain’s origins care?
Whether such-and-such drop
Is from oceanic vapour atop
Or same lake’s or river’s dollop?
Then why do you for ends bother !
Hide from rain and skin’s shower !
Oh ! come with me …
I insist, because I’m nobody
just earthly mist …
Come, let’s soar high !
Becoming clouds thin and dry !
Let’s race with this windy fawn …
Respond to the outcry of this horizon …
Let’s get away somewhere ….
And drawn ourselves there …
To leaves nothing to mortal career
Oh come, let us go …
Keep your step with me and go …
