Frozen Rain– A poem by Rema Pisharody

It was not the rain of the forest

Not of the sweltering hillocks or valleys

Not of the strange plain grey clouds floated

Beneath a nonchalant silent sky

It rained like a sudden shudder, a jolt

All heard aloud, along the fiery outburst

Breaking walls of illusion and vision..

It was the rain of the heart

Not seasonal not expected

It was the rain of the heart

All frozen and unheard, from within

It rained of storms and stones

From within and from somewhere far

Of the dreams or of the branch of a tree

Perhaps of a shadow that measured all wrong

It rained heavy with a thud and bang

As if it is destiny, rhythmless,

For a while speechless, then played

Cancan, or dance of the flamingos

It rained after a settling track

All on a sudden, unexpected

Not seasoned yet seasonal

Frozen in hagolstān magic.