The Downpour
The renditions of the rain , Through poetry pieces , Through musical notes, Did that little miracle , At the lowest ebb Where she stood . Her steps ...she could not retrace. She was lost in the murky blur. He ( believed as her mortal master) had created. Which caught her unawares Threatening to slowly wipe out Her living essence of her name . A step ahead ,she could see the gorge And in the unsteadiness of her steps She thought of the no end To a swirling , engulfing maze , The gorge presented in its look. And then ,the sudden downpour. The force,the gush of it Washed away all the flying dirt. All the mockery,all the insults, She had worn as her attire. The halo of a pristine clarity Descended,she took a fresh turn To inhale the fragrance, Confident in her steps. That unseen figure Was there, she knew Pervading with all grace Who sent the timely help.
Sangeeta Dey Roy
Sangeeta Dey Roy is a poet, fiction writer and essayist.A teacher by profession , she loves this joyful vocation. She is the vice president ( administrative) of ISPELL , Assam. Poetry to her is like a magical wand that transfers both the reader and the poet into one unifying world.