Winter Rain

Ants and insects moving in

with the pat of breeze,

planning to cover up from the upcoming freeze,

A waken woman confused either morning or evening this is;

then rush to take in the dried clothes,

the Mother Earth to set space by drinking in the remains,

the impatient nomad again alarms by ringing the skies,

the nomad to burst in...mother says

no space,

seeking a reservoir, he surfs,

through the pits and tunnels,

after a wandering while... sneaks in a dam to lie in peace,

before takes a pace,

sky to gloom again

it is Winter & Rains...

                                          Abinaya Manohar