A DROP OF JOY

The summer heat longing to pass

                    Seeing thirsty lives,

The hot bickering filling

                   All the narrow thoughts

Deep within when man

                   Bears the fruits of sorrow,

Earth is hot and sighing

                      The cold sky cools it down.

And in the deep chasm of grief

                   The spring gets churned up,

The summer heat seems

                   To glide away and die,

The huge doors of sky open

                   As in a magic, someone

Turns a trick in its key-hole,

                   In a sudden bang,

The cluster of clouds raising slogans

                   Of joy and merriment

The rays of light, capsules of jewels

                   Form the urns of diamonds

Alas! It’s a blissful joy that falls

           The first rain drops.