An Out­pour Of Rain, Tears And Prayers

Storizen Magazine - - What's Inside - - by Mamta Joshi

Mausem- the sea­son of rains Manna from heaven for parched souls

Not any­more! The dark­ness in the sky was too heavy

Soak­ing up the last rays of light Like clouds, my with­ered mem­ory stirs

I was in the kitchen when the swell came Thun­der rolled be­hind the palm groves, flash­ing fire

Rain beat­ing re­lent­lessly on the tiled rooftops

Pock­mark­ing the back­wa­ters

The ma­rooned fam­i­lies waved from their ter­races The over­head chop­pers send vi­o­lent rip­ples across

the flood wa­ters

The churn­ing rivers pulled along Trees, houses, ve­hi­cles, bridges, roads, poles

Rain blind­folded me

I didn’t know on what to cling on

Till I found corpses, snakes, cen­tipedes strewn in


Cat­tle with bel­lies bloated like bar­rels My tears min­gled with the pelt­ing rain My body min­gled with the tur­bid wa­ters

Strong hands of fish­er­men Wrenched me from a wa­tery grave

In God’s own coun­try

The pet­ri­fied priests hud­dled to­gether

In­vok­ing Almighty to slow down the tempo of death Un­man­age­able mon­soon burial ahead of them af­ter all.

Mamta Joshi did her Masters in His­tory from Al­la­habad Univer­sity. Her po­ems, re­flec­tive es­says, prose pieces, and short sto­ries have ap­peared in na­tional dailies and in­ter­na­tional e-mag­a­zines. A free spirit, she works with equal ease in Hindi and English.

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