Friday, June 26, 2015
Creative Spot - A Poem by Mahendra (Speedy) Gonsalkorale
A darkness creeps over the town
as angry black clouds gather in force
sweeping aside soft white ones with disdain.
The calm and gentle breeze is cast aside
as the howling wind gets stronger and stronger
causing trees to sway to and fro helplessly.
Leaves blown everywhere,
ladies holding on to their hats.
An old man digs his stick to the ground
as he defies the wind that pushes him.
Frantic umbrellas being unfolded
only to turn inside out, defeated.
People running for shelter
Swarms of frightened birds flying to their nests
A flash of lightening illuminates the sky,
the haughty rumble of thunder follows.
Sheets of rain pour unrestrained
the torrential downpour pelts the ground,
raising little flowers of water at impact on the ground.
Rivers of water lead to pools by the roadside.
Happy children run laughing and screaming.
Some huddle under trees for respite,
soon their clothes soaked to the skin
The rain continues unabated.
The horizon is a blur in the watery shroud.
More flashes of lightening,
loud claps of thunder strike and rumble on.
The wrath of the wind mercilessly swaying hapless trees.
Pieces of paper and plastic bags flying in gay abandon.
The busy road now deserted.
Mud pools everywhere.
Gushing muddy water flows into drains.
Then as suddenly as it started
the rain ceases and the World brightens.
A fresh crispness is in the air.
Little by little life reappears on the roads.
First a few and more and more resume
As people carry on with their lives.
This was but a passing distraction.