Inclement Rainy day-Poem

Like taps were left open in the skies I thought when I was an infant

To wet my cloak and see frogs crock were better than the lessons

To wet my strands and dirty my hands with muck were all my missions

To do it all and hide from god and parents…

Like taps were left open in the skies I thought when I was an infant 

When I was 8 I learnt the fate of this empty world of treasons

Where the white mares and fairy tales were all superstitions

I knew in grief there were thieves, goons and killers outside prisons

Here lives a race which sees the face of brutal fate without a reason

When I was 8 I learnt the fate of this empty world of treasons

Today I stretch my arms and feel the breeze with moisty beads

With thunder and storms to make anyone squeak

I stride back to the thought of the world so screed of horrible deeds

Hands hold me, the handsome guy with a striking glee

And there he promises me to walk along until he breathes… 

 -Sainidhi Iyer