Farm Poem 3 -- ( all about rains)
Monsoon’s Embrace AI image used for representational purpose only The monsoon breaks, a fervent tide, Pouring joy to hearts open wide. Drip, drip, drip, the heavens sing, Teasing earth where arid memories cling: “Is it enough, enough, enough?” Then, silence—rain’s abrupt retreat. Small birds dart, seeking worms to eat. Swift fish glide to ponds reborn, Women hunt dry wood to warm the morn, Men cast nets for the river’s yield. Buried seeds, eager, pierce the field, Their tender sprouts defy the clay. Farmers muse on seasons past, replay The floods that tore their homes apart, Yet rose again with stubborn heart. A tale of grit, of life’s refrain, Of sharing close to nature’s vein. We cling to this ancestral land, Its verdant pulse within our hand— Jasmine’s breath, roses’ bloom, Butterflies weaving through the gloom. They root us here, this sacred place, Our final rest, earth’s warm embrace. Nestled deep where roots entwine, Nourished by the soil divine Author : Johnson V. Dev.
