by Bharat Mirchandani
I’m now thinking when will it rain
much to no avail,
its presence will make me sleep more
as the office door won’t be open anymore,
my tummy will welcome samosas and burgers
and the gym will see my 2 middle fingers,
I’m now thinking a walk in the rain will be nice
as the street kids will jump in the pools and rejoice,
the chaiwalla’s stalls will not be spared
let’s hope that they all become millionaire’s,
the M.E.T dept will try to predict
but we all know that they need to resurrect,
the farmers will pray to their monsoon lords
to be blessed with abundant rainfall
although some farmers will choose to end their lives
potholes will somwhow continue to dominate news headlines
the police will come to rescue us
but shouldn’t we realize it’s our fate acting against us,
the city might come to a halt
the question which stands is…is it our fault?????
