The cold war
The rainy season suddenly invades
The dust and warmth up in arms
Clouds cover the sun’s protection
And the overall battle, a cold war.
Floods displacing people
The smell of sticky sweat dissolves
The farmers conspire in undertones
The underground seeds begin to shoot
At the hard ground surface made soft.
Vegitation after rains
Where soon the hibernation ends
Rebel caterpillars become butterflies
Ladybirds, worms all now liberated
and a loud joyful music of the birds.
All seems okay up from there…
The old man relaxes his terms on dowry
And lets his daughter free, the girl cries
Yet boys getting old still fear marriage
and the mothers longing of broken ties.
Families re-unite after years of pain and struggle
I am sure God is happy wherever he is
Though mudslides and drowning go on,
Death counts in catastrophic acts mount.
We get angry and sad at Mother Nature.
night falls and morning expectations rise
Where’s the truce? The battle must end
The goodwill must come in all of these
New life, new meanings of peace must be
Before the stormy battle ends the suffering.
Business as usual
Finally it will be warm and hot and sunny
We shall be grateful after dark season ends
But does that yield a lasting fulfillment?
Shall we be content in droughts or bareness?
Thank God
If happiness is seasonal, what’s the point
of having slight brief moments of pleasure?
Yet after making love enjoying the chilly day
We end up with babies we fail to nurture.
