RAIN

The land has become dry and barren
Not a single trace of life is there
The land is dead horrifyingly dead
Everywhere there is foul smell of death

It has been mortally wounded
Torn apart everywhere by the scorching heat
No more blood left to bleed
What a pity,how great is the agony

The thirst...the thirst..oh murderous thirst
The thirst of the panting deer in the wilderness
The thirst of the child for the nourshing milk
The thirst of the doomed soul in the hell fire

Waiting and waiting lay the land barren
Waiting for the return of the saviour
Hoping for the salvation
Revival of the lost eden

Come away oh.. Thou blessed rain
Kiss the land and heal the wounds
Breath thy breath of life into it
Let the river of life flow over it

Amar Gurung



Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-10 at 12:04

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