Rains Washed Away My Happiness

Torn clothes and shabby tresses

Unpleasant dry dirt of mud stinks over the room

Oh, his bed and dear dust under it.

He sleeps on a thin torn carpet

And his pillow a rag of clothes

His Baago hut hurts him

Is he that poor?

Shedding tear has become part of his life

Tears have furrowed his cheeks.

Each day to meet maize corn and radish

Radishes have made his life

Now, can anybody compare him to…?

Has anyone dwelled like him?

With many black dots in life.

Cumulus appeared over orchard

Leaves rustled and blew along the ground

Heavy storm-

soon huge rain rained and fruits fell

The door opened and closed of its own

The rain-hit for two days

The earth vomited out on the third day

The lamp went off,

 and now is the only memory

The thoughts revolve, without stop;

That was a year passed from now,

When the family was about to have food

Gone were the affections from the wife and children

Gone were the riches

Gone were the wonderful times

All buried to death; in a jiffy;

Families, things, animals, homely home

Swept and thrown away by the landslide.

The man cried and still cries…

Hollow

Sometimes rain can be bad, he says.

This lonely desolation, this distorted assimilation

Is hard to feel and he breaks down.

Is he now living life in the dark?

Waiting for the death?

Things gone and gone forever

So he went near his small field

The field left by that misfortune

His hands gripped to a sped

He began to work in the rain,

And often sleeps in the potato field

Covering with another sack

Such a dreadful life overtook him.

Now birds sing in the sky

He feels sort of sad but glad as well

The sun had gone down already

Will it rise tomorrow?

He is living in the midst;

To survive or not to see the sun

Or strive more

To swim and swing against the nature

The hopes of brilliant tomorrow

Takes him through another rough day

He believes in his age-old faith

And that’s where he lays his life.

 

Man creates and builds, nature destroys everything. The poem says that the ultimate of everything is nature; wealth, health, and happiness. Nature provides and also robs everything that you have.