The Divide

A thousand fans stayed on
Till the end,
Huddled under raincoats,
With placards begging the Gods for respite,
"Why did it have to rain?"
They sang songs and waited,
And hoped,
Till the umpires came on,
Called it off,
Without an Indian victory,
The day completely ruined.

***

A few hours ago,
Not many miles away,
Woke a woman to the patter of rain,
She rushed out,
The drops wetting her face,
Mixing with the salty tears of joy,
She closed her eyes and imagined
A carpet of green covering the fields,
The smile on her husband's face,
She imagined still being alive...

~ Rahul Misra ~

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