WAITING

as if it were the only chore in life
repeated day after day
with the same intensity
for the familiar signs
roar of the thunder
the glimmer of a lightening
fragrance of the wet mud
thirsty   parched earth
soaking and filling  its crevices
in a downpour of the divine elixir
would the candle burn again
through the night tonite
or will the wind  blow it away
waiting...
for the catharsis of the clouds
rain.

SHOBHNA RAVI
( Painting by Shobhna )

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