An evocative rain poem, celebrating the many shades and hues of nature, by Dr. Amrinder, exclusively for Different Truths.
Raindrops drum upon my window Like a bunch of jolly drummers I cannot help but drum my fingers Merrily, on my wooden desk Raindrops tap on my window Like a tap dancers on a spree I cannot help but tap my feet with Wondrous, maddening glee. Leafy crowns of wind-lashed trees Sway, like wild head bangers I cannot help but give free rein To a whirling, dervish-like frenzy. I hear the roaring laugh of thunder, See, the lightening flash of its smile I cannot help but smile and set My, long-fettered laughter free. As ropes of rain plough parched earth And the world is awash with rapture I cannot help but shudder in ecstasy As rain clouds quench my thirst.
Picture design Anumita Roy
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Dr Amrinder Kaur Bajaj is a senior gynaecologist, an award-winning author, columnist, and poetess. She also writes editorials for newspapers like The Times of India, Tribune and India Express. At present, she is attached to FMRI (Fortis Memorial Research Institute) Gurgaon. She also teaches Minimally Access Surgery to national and international postgraduate doctors at The Medicity Gurgaon.
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