The Saplings

A gust of breeze would blow away the thatched roof

The room full of dust

Calendar flying against the wall

Film on the bucket of water

As rain drenched them all.

Rati huddled under the cot with her children

Gushing water Swept away the newly planted saplings

I used to look at the sky often

thinking, if only Rahoul Would grow up!

Not just Rahoul, all the children are grown up now

So big that they don't fit into this room

Each gone his own way, striking rooms.

Even now there is the gusty wind, the sudden lash of a storm

We, the old couple, crouch on the bad in fear,

The roof stays intact, not even a straw flies away

Are Rahoul and the children standing guard around the house?

Opening the door we find the saplings turned into trees.