Quilting the Poems

During Rains

Unfettered by all, the water flows
During rains, drops fly here and there
polishing every corner and square.
Free from arcane worries of flood or hay,
they color the world in background of grey;
they follow their path without any care.
During rains.

During rain, the present prevails everywhere:
rush to find a shade, or a grateful prayer,
some irascible romance, some tears thrown away
no matter what, it encompasses all in its spray.
During rains.

During rain, its music suppresses every blare:
pitter-patter of drops, laughter and swear,
sizzle of oil, ballet on roofs, or traffic dismay.
Nothing exists only rain have its stay,
silently, hijacking every (mental) chair.
During the rain.



Form Used: Rondeau