The Angel

By Pramoth Adhivarahan

Long time ago

There was a farmer

Worried about the rains, which came no more

Did not know what the future had in store

He knew for sure

The food won’t last much long

He used to stare

Hoping that HE would wake from his slumber.

He had two kids

They had faces like the lovely moon

Their mother was now no more

They now placed flowers on her stone.

His land was good

He worked very hard

Now it was up to the heavens

To make up the last part.

On one late evening

Came a traveler so tired and so pale

Looking at her face, he could say

She had no food for days

The farmer did not have much to offer

But what he had he gave it to her

She had the face of an angel

Farmer thought he had seen her somewhere

The kids liked her

She played with them for a while

Gave them toys to play

Went away saying goodbye

At that time the skies broke

The farmer ran out in the pouring rain

But she was nowhere there

Only heard the rain falling, as a rhythmic song.

Looking at the skies

The farmer knew

The rains will never fail

Ever Again.

He went inside

Saw his kids play

With the toys

Which She so much wanted to buy.

Tears welled up in his eyes

He cried “Oh Why???”

YOU always give something

And take so much away.

This is one of the poems that will always be dear to me. Because for the first time I could tell a nice story in the form of a poem