Come Back Dear One

The overcast sky
So dark

Painted with thick rain clouds

Brought a reluctant dusk at noon

As winds, untamed

Burrowed holes through the leaves.

The Weeping Willow

Held the burnished Ebony

Swaying like the untamed wild

Waiting it out

Scattered, powerless, surviving

To slake the thirst.

Then the scanty drops

So thick

Wash over dried dreams 

Settle the dry summer dust

And wet the dry earth.

And then everywhere

The rain, the succour

The fragrance of revival

Its again dazzling green

Everything turned so washed

 So cleaned,

Washing the heavy sorrow laden me.

My dear one

How I wish you were here,

Soaking and drowning

We’d cleanse each other’s shards

Of the life we lost

 To our new creation of

The life that could never be.

         ...Ramakant Pande