Rumbling clouds, teeming rain
I sat on the river bank, sad and alone
The river was swollen and its flow intense
On this side of the village painted
With an eerie silence of darkness
I sat alone- the silence fidgeting me
Flood waters twisting and swirling
Lo! Somebody steering close to the shore
Somebody I knew-the gaze fixed on me
Waves breaking helplessly against the boat
I watched and felt the same calmness
In the face as before
The impetuous flow trying to threaten the tranquility
My heart was pounding, wanting to be in the boat
Wishing to put an end to my solitude
Suddenly the boat turned away from me
And then it vanished into the deep black night
A surge of remorse filled
Who was that in the boat?
The face which glowered under the
Bright moon light was now gone
The roving episode came to an end
The village now painted on morning grey
Filled with exult
For the almighty answered their prayers
The monsoon has begun…
The river began to ebb;
Its flow regained the calmness
For me the mysterious charming face
That profoundly hid the arcane
That was waiting to be unraveled
Would always be haunting
With a heavy heart, lost in thoughts
I began to trail back
When I heard another boat
Steering close by. Singing? Is it someone I know…