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Click hereAs it rained on the green leaves outside my window
& on the wet earth : curtains of water fallin' below
I wondered / imagined Mother Earth bathing Herself
Maybe i erred or dreamt i cannot tell
But refreshin' , rejunevatin' , re-birthin' rain
Can turn to deadly floods once again
Water fertilizes parched Earth
In dusty , hot India of fresh Water there's a dearth
Growin'
crops to feed hungry millions need rains
But too much , too soon -- rivers overflow plains
What is the alternative O Good Mother Earth ?
Don't punish us for Global Warmin' : U Who gave us birth !
Floods or Famine : what a stark choice ?
Please show us Maternal Love -----
We are your little girls'n boys .
With that Prayer on my lips
I returned to sweet Amriti & black coffee
& it rained on green leaves outside my window
& on the wet earth: curtains of water fell below .......
(Amriti is a fried Bengali sweet )