Manna
Manna
Rain runs in the meadows
Outside the suburbs of Mumbai
Excited, thrilled---
Like the dark-complexioned kids
In shorts only
Bare feet
Connect with the wet earth
Faces fanned by strong winds
The children
Scream
Play
In the mud
Green, tender grass
And the brown puddles;
Their farmer parents
Beam at the drenched scene,
Unlike their stiff urban counterparts
Afraid of the cold water
Pouring from the heavens.
