The rain & its sounds give them much delight.
As they revel in its wonders, dance & do rap,
It doesn't mean much to me as I'm a xerophyte*.
What's celebration for them, is taboo for me,
Their requirements have been different from mine,
That monsoons are nature's gift I very much agree.
Yet, despite rain-deficiency, a xerophyte like me is fine.
Still, I try to be one among them & join in the revelry.
Rain is my teacher & support that has taught me a lot.
But, I just can't mend the tattered relations, you see...
Truth is- relations, with those different than us, are taut...
I question all- Why this selective treatment & disparity?
Why the disinterest to learn any lessons from the rain?
Why can't we uphold equality, solidarity & unity in diversity?
Why no happiness & joy; rather only discrimination & pain?
I find the washing away of many wounds & stains.
What still looms large is the ever-widening gap.
But, my voices get lost in the sounds of the rains...
*Xerophyte- Plant adapted to surviving with little water
What lessons have you learned from the rain? Do you ever feel like the Xerophyte protagonist in the poem? Please share in the comments below.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Also , linking with- Three Word Wednesday & ABC Wednesday.