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Freedom From the Hot Prison

Umesh is a freelance writer contributing his creative writings on varied subjects in various sites and portals in the internet.

Preface

This poem is inspired by the word prompt 'Freedom' given by our fellow hubber Brenda Arledge. Every week she is providing us a word to motivate us to write something creative on it. We are trying to come up to her expectations in our own subtle ways. The poem coined by me now is the depiction of the change in weather from summer to rain in the Southeast part of Asian continent where people wait for rains at the end of every summer season and the onslaught of rains is a great sight which cannot be described in words but can be felt only by the individuals.

In the South East Asian countries, the summer is quite intense and everyone looks for onslaught of rains and rainy season. Every year this yearning is there and all the living beings come out of their closet on arrival of rains. The welcome of rain is a spectacular scene when people rejoice and enjoy life in the outdoors even drenching in the rains and moving here and there singing songs of happiness and contentment. As I am living in this part of globe, I also, like others, welcome and enjoy the onslaught of rains which bring not only a cool breeze but also bring a great respite from the summer which is now being forced by the rains to depart and remove its fangs over us. We all know that rains will be there for at least 2 - 3 months and the post rain autumn season will bring the beautiful and adorable autumn season which will be preceding the much awaited winters.

Freedom from the hot treason

The end of scorching summer,

Kick starts the rainy season.

People start feeling that,

They will get freedom from the hot prison.


The clouds are forming,

In a predetermined way.

Making a white canopy,

Obstructing the last Sun ray.


The heavy downpour starts,

With intermittent silence and thunder.

Taking away the heat of the earth,

The nature's magnificent wonder.


Slices of clouds one over other,

Slowly dissolving in snow and water.

People coming out and drenching in rain.

Loss of heavens is earthling's gain.


Birds coming out and fluttering their wings.

Flying when it is drizzling and doing their things.

Earth gets wet when The heavens please.

Earrth understands that it is heaven's bleed.


Dry seeds present here and there,

And buried in ground.

Get excited and drink rain,

And swell to bigger size.


Soon they start producing roots,

And begin their upward journey.

To become saplings which would live,

To become tomorrow's greenery.


Rains have met the aspirations of the people,

The job is over and it will retreat soon.

The end of season is approaching near,

We will meet next year, good bye rain my dear.

Walk in the rain

© 2021 Umesh Chandra Bhatt

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