Poem inspired by the torrents of monsoon rain

The peasant lady bathes,
Rivulets of cool water washing away
The dust and grime
Of hard toil.

The white sun was unforgiving
The black earth, cracked and dry.
Like her palms covered in tiny scratches,
From the weeds she pulled with bare hands.

As the water runs,
Trickles through her open hair,
Makes it gleaming black again, like her bare back
She is soothed.

The dust is washed away and yet,
She draws more water from the well;
It is as if she is trying to wash away
A Thousand years of toil.


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7 thoughts on “Poem inspired by the torrents of monsoon rain

  1. Gol Singh June 7, 2009 / 5:09 pm

    Nice! Like the juxtapostition of earth (p2 l2) and palms (p2 l3); “cracked and dry” could well be describing either.

  2. kopili June 7, 2009 / 5:19 pm

    Slight tweak in the poem inspired by Gol Singh’s comment – thanku

  3. lostonthestreet June 8, 2009 / 9:56 am

    Lovely…u are on a roll
    Btw,it rained here too.

  4. Shahana June 19, 2009 / 12:18 am

    K, what an amazing coincidence – I read your poem (which btw is VERY nice)and then I noticed this dollar coin lying in front of me and you gotta check out these links!!!

    On the reverse of the coin is a woman picking up weeds :

    The front has this woman with her baby and who reminds of of you and N so much!

    It’s just too eerie!

    • kopili June 24, 2009 / 10:48 am

      It really does look like me and N. too much of a coincidence!

    • kopili June 25, 2009 / 7:33 am

      thanks Tina.

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