Spring and storm

It was a beautiful spring morning. 

Greyish white cotton floating against

greyish blue backdrop.

Clean, fresh, cool breeze.

Birds chirping. 

And amidst this newness, this bloom, 

this freshness, a beautiful early sun 

was peeking through the lush green leaves 

of a garden tree.

And though the scene above was pretty,

the tulips in the lawn had all wilted 

due to excessive rains. 

And this reminded me of our dear Farmers. 

Baisakhi is round the corner. 

Usually at this time of the year,

the fields glisten with golden wheat

ready for harvest. 

But these mistimed rains have spoilt 

their crops. 

I shudder at the thought of their loss. 

So today's tanka is driven by these thoughts. 

 

And it rained all night,
the downpour inopportune.
Red tulips drooping.
Farmers worrying for wheat.
Gold glittering on moist morn.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha