Tuesday, June 17, 2008

MONSOON- A FARMER’S PRAYER



Lips dry, throats parched

We wait for youOur bodies scorched!
Monsoon o monsoonWhere art thou?

Come soon, come soon!
Come now, don’t let us get burnt

Come like a songFrom the south-western front!
Shower us with blessings

Quench our thirst

Don’t go anywhere, come here first!
Bring new hope, bring new life

Please put an end to these days

Days full of hunger and strife!
Days when even bread is a huge cost

Think about our children

Their childhood forever lost!
Yes, think about them,

how they slog No school for them

They have to pull a very heavy log!
Monsoon o monsoon, if only you fail

Under burden of our debts we’ll die

And our dear ones will wail!
And what will be of them?

What will they do?

Have mercy on us,

Don’t let our fears come true!


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