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The yearning



I am parched,
   my throat hurts dry

I long for thee,
but you evade my eye



 
One moment you seem to arrive
     but in the other you look to flee
  as if to mock at me in glee!
    Misdeeds of man
      I've borne, time again
    should ye too,
      desert me in pain?



 
Tears in eyes,
    prayers in plead
come O' dear,
    it's time indeed!


p.s. a humble prayer to the rain Gods. Have mercy and pour down!

Comments

  1. I guess He has heard your prayers Uma...its raining cats and dogs outside :)

    On a serious note...very beautifully written and well expressed.

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    1. Well, its not pouring cats and dogs here, although it IS finally raining :-)
      thanks, ME :-)))

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  2. Uma, loved it...it's less than 15 lines and so simple to understand and yet so painfully expressed..:)

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  3. Nice and the rain God has answered your summons :)

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  4. i think your poems should go beyond this blog, Uma! Thought of sending them to some popular magazines? I sincerely believe that your poems deserve a wider platform!

    do i need to say your poem is a "WOW"?

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    1. oooh...whattay compliment, Purnima :-) thanks a ton!!!
      umm...haven't thought of it...:-)))

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    2. I honestly think you should! Not everyone can pen poems this good! Give it a shot, i'll advertise you as much as I can :)

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    3. :-) you are very sweet to say this, purnima. Thanks so much!
      there are so many real poets languishing in anonymity, main kis khet ki muli hoon! ;-) :-)) but it makes me really happy to hear such nice things about my writing :-)

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  5. ha ha .. I thought it was addressed to God :)
    Nice twist at the end .. the 'ps' part ..
    And I totally agree with Purnima .. You should publish your poems elsewhere too ..
    The rain Gods have smiled upon Chennai!! Superb showers today morning .. Am enjoying the weather :) And I guess by now, you must be too ..

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    1. yes, addressed by our poor earth to the rain God :-)
      it rained heavily only in some pockets last evening and today the sun is beating down with greater vigour. We need more and consistent rains..badly.. :-(

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  6. misdeeds of man.. yes... so man has to pay for it now .. thats how nature works

    Bikram's

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  7. This is very beautifully written! I loved the flow of words and the connection of thoughts you created.

    Looks like Rain Gods heard what your aptly woven words had to say. Keep writing Uma! :D

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    1. thank you so much for the compliment, Leo! :-)

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  8. Nice to know that your prayers have been answered(through the previous comments offcourse!!)... so please pray for delhi also.. :-) n needless to mention, that's a lovely poem! :-)

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    1. sure will pray for Delhi and other places where the rain Gods still have to shower their grace.
      thanks, Radhika :-)

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  9. Very soulful writing Uma:) Perfect rhyme!!

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  10. That's so beautiful filled with yearning! You're so talented.

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    1. Hey, thank you so much, Rachna for the lovely words. This, coming from a talented writer herself means a lot! :-)

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  11. Nice one :) It's pouring in Bombay!!

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    1. thanks, Divya. :-)
      well, it not pouring here but at least it looks like the monsoons have arrived.

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  12. Finally your prayers are answered, Uma!

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    1. yeah, Bindu..looks like..had I known God was waiting for my poem, I'd have written it much earlier ;-)) :-)))

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