The Song of Hope
The blistering summer wind slaps against my face
As I stand in my third floor balcony,
Sultry air greets me
as I wait for the monsoons
and with them, the smell of rain on parched earth.
Well, they arrive- but where is the relief?
Sultriness gives away to humid heat.
Our clothes drenched not just by rain
but by our filthy perspiration.
Where are we?- I ask.
The Inferno raging around answers back.
The long summers, only interrupted
By short-lived warm winter;
The all-but-absent spring;
This is where our greeds, lusts, sins
Have brought us.
And yet the rains come
And I see the dandelion in the gutter;
So may be the greens will thrive
And light will follow darkness
Just like death and rebirth.
I have been pessimistic – always I am,
Save these few moments
That compels me to sing
The song of hope,
Urge me to move on,
For I must move on.
Radhika Rathi | PGDM- 2015-17