Rainless Days Poem | Life is a Seesaw Poem | Fifteen Minutes of Recess Poetry

I have written this sad poem today which explains the unfortunate condition of farmers growing crops in hot climates. In these places of Southern Asia, the whole year yield is dependent on the rains and unfortunately the rains don’t come often here and despite working too hard in the fields many farmers commit suicide as they are not even able to feed their helpless kids.

There ends another rainless day, taking the tally to ninety-one days.

The helpless farmer takes a sigh, leaving his field in craze.

He can see in the sky, the same old twinkling star.

The farmer helplessly witnesses his efforts not going far.

Just outside his home, he stands, trembling to go in.

Waiting for him are his four hungry children with faces as sad as pumpkin.

The youngest one comes to give his father a welcome kiss.

The family stares at the farmer, expecting a good dish.

The poor father seeing his children, tries to hold his tears back, in vain.

The whole family sitting outside the house, waits for the sky to burst rain.

He waits for the whole night. He waits the next day.

Where have the clouds gone? Have they lost their way?

But next morning, he did found a couple of clouds roaming in the sky.

With tones of hopes and anxiety, he wished them to cry.

But when, even after two days, the cloud didn’t produce showers,

The farmer lost all his hopes in frustration of hours.

He planned to get rid off all the cobwebs by cutting his vein.

But just as he held the knife, he sensed clouds bursting rain.

The farmer wondered if it was just his hallucination

Or God has given him medicine to alleviate his frustration.

As he came out of the house, he inhaled the fragments of rain and sweat.

He could witness a new world- New sunrise and new sunset.

Taking deep breathes, looking at the herd of colors seven,

The farmer remarked- there must be someone living in the heaven.

Life is a Seesaw

Life is a seesaw with ups and downs.

One needs to hold the handle tightly to avoid falling on ground.

Both in life and on seesaw, one wishes to be at top.

Even the one at opposite end, has the same hope.

But to be on top, one needs to be light, good at heart and, free of suspicion and fright.

One who is down, to come up, gives a try.

As the wind blows if one wants to fly.

Forgetting all humanity, everyone wishes to be the boss.

This is the way the modern-day world goes.

Fifteen Minutes of Recess

Five hours of study, fifteen minutes of recess.

Still a drug for survival, a blessing in stress disguises

We fly as if we are released, after years of imprisonment.

As if we were slaves till now just got independence.

Some fly to the canteen, some fly to the ground.

Declaring our enfranchisement, making hell of sound.

Nothing can stop us, so swiftly we fly.

enthusiastic souls are we, with aspirations of touching the sky.

With deserted bellies, we sit on the green grass.

Asking about other’s menu, having our breakfast.

Just fifteen minutes we have, to get updated on latest developments.

What is going in the actual world? What are the latest trends?

"Isn’t chemistry teacher a bi*ch?"

"I like the way you comb your hair."

"What you got in moths test?"

"Did you hear about his affair?"

In just fifteen minutes, we cover everything we wish to discuss.

We might forget our school days, but not the fifteen minutes of recess.