Blessings From The Sky


Rainy Days oh how I miss thee
Little puddles, wet soil, dripping trees
Raincoats, brollies, hot cups of tea
Board games, word games with me and he

Rainy Days what hope you bring with thee
Of greener grass, cooler days spent with family
Around the ashaa mat, tales of courage and bravery

Rainy Days how we look forward to thee
When indoors becomes a clothesline
To dry our towels and our tees
Cooler climes- little kids with gololees
Playing in the mud, cute in their coloured wellies.

Rainy Days what cleansing you bring with thee
From the heat, the tempers, the drudgery
The smell of the earth, the droplets on the tree

Rainy Days what I love most about thee
Watching from my window so I may see
the waterdrops of blessings all for free
A favour, a boon from the Almighty.

Rainy Days when next will you visit
me?
Blessings from the sky…. oh….
Rainy Days how I miss thee….

 

 

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I Saw A Man In The Street.

I saw a man in the street
Bird nest hair, half clothed
Dirty, bare of feet.

Knelt upon a puddle
Green, murky with gnats
In go his hand
To quench his thirst.
It’s not the last the time he will be doing this
Neither is it his first.

He smiles and then laughs
At jokes only he can understand
He listens, joins in
Conversations only he can hear
With friends only he can see.

It was almost upon me
To look upon him with pity
Then I took another look
A look with my heart at this city
Reject; invisible even to those who see.

There is light in his eyes
A genuineness,
So he is a ‘madman’ in our view
But there is integrity in his stance
infectious is his happiness!

He is unanxious about inflation
Unbothered by BBI
Unconcerned about corona
Undisturbed by debt
Unencumbered by enemies

He wanders from pavement to side street
Laugh-mock him if you want
He bends to pick a shiny thing
Discovers what’s at his feet
He marvels at this and at that
Little pleasures
You and me have forgot.

Tired, he sleeps wherever he falls
Step on him spit on him
He is himself without walls.
Unguarded unafraid
Responds to his spirit’s calls.

So who is mad I wonder?
He who is unabashedly human
Unworried, raw
Or you and I
Running away from
Being so?

 

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