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Monday, 4 July 2016

Angels in Rain





















It has been raining all night

Sometimes less, sometimes more

Little lakes have formed in the meadow

The trees are drenched to the core.


Though the pour has relented a while

The sky still wears the gloomy garment

By the looks of Varun, the rain god,

the showers will resume the torment.



The recess is a time good enough

In my groovy garden outside

Chorusing winged angels have descended

On all possible branches they ride.



Singing they are hymns after hymns

Of gratitude, worship and praise

Can I remain oppressed by my gloom

Failing my heart to raise?



Their faces are drenched like clouds

Their feathers like lakes

Their voices betrays a shiver

The merciless torrent makes.



They must have bore the dark

Hours and minutes in sufferings and sighs

Yet before the sun has steeped

They are ringing the silent skies.



Conveying to the earth of mine

Tidings divine

Angels sublime

Pristine!



Xavier Bage
Tues, July 05, 2016

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