![]() Just a Few Drops of RainA Poem by PratikSome have blamed it on those eccentricities, On the recurrences of a whim, But failed to look deep inside Where the crevices have long waited, Waited to be filled. And what would they not do, Do for a few drops of rain, A few drops of rain on the land barren, For it has long been haunted by the chastity, And the arid, pious hollowness calls for To be tainted at this hour.
And thy vision’s tunnels have been infested By the cravers of corporeality, And thy mind have played the soul catcher Amidst the phlegmatic plebeian For the much denied amorous wants, And thy have waded in alien waters Garnering quietude for that inner disquiet, And thy words of worship defy those celestial confines All for a few drops of rain, Just a few drops of rain… On the land so barren.
They have ogled through those narrow slits Woven stories out of nothingness For they are the connoisseur of hush-hush blather. But what are you going to do? Draw lines around you? Social banishment: Is that what you fear? I hope not, for let thou be lest assured I would give anything for thy place To have that choice, and be able to choose No matter if it vitiates the morals, Or desecrates the rules, For I would blissfully get spoiled For a few drops of rain, Yes, just a few drops of rain, On the land so barren. © 2012 PratikAuthor's Note
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Added on January 31, 2012Last Updated on January 31, 2012 Author![]() PratikRaleigh, NCAboutHello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..Writing
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