Hanquill poem

        The rain
Are we to call you as " joyus tears of Nature?
The answer can be 'affirmative'

Waxing and waning of all flora andfauna,
lies in your hands only.
A Nation prospers ,if there is munificent rain.,
And downfalls if no rain.
Why so this phenomena?
God thought_ if no rain no life.
Hence rain has become 'life saver'.

Any amount of economic planning ,
of a country will go hey wire,
If there is no showers of rain.

The Mother Earth possesses
3/4 th of her part as water
And that comes from rain only.

The Sun God on his part.
Blasts Sun shine
On waters of the world.
All goes up as vapour,
And forms as clouds,
And they intensifies and intensifies,
Finally drops as rain falls,
Watering mundane creatures.
Let us pray God for rain,
For our happy sustenance
By hanquill.
         
              A shivering man
By hanquill.
In a cold Wintry Morning,
I was taking a stroll,
With as much ease as I can have.

Discernible to my eyes,
I saw a "ghostly creature"
On close examination,
I surmised it as a human being ,
Standing with as little clothes as possible,
And exposing his weather beaten flesh,
As much as he can.
He was shivering and trembling,
like an Aspen leaf,
Only to produce a "a path of death"
If possible'.

If at all there is anything ,
to mitigate his "breadth_ taking" suffering,
there is only one thing,
"The golden rays of the morning Sun.
to shower on him.

Passer byes go thither and thither,
Uncared for,and leaving him ,
To bear the vagaries of _
"Wintry Morning"which,
Pierces his exposed flesh,
As much as it can ,and
Only producing excruciating pain,
leaving him no option ,
To bear and bear only without demur.

Devouring hunger gripped him,
to the utmost extent.
But still he lives and lives _ leaving
An unanswerable question ,
Which remains and remains for ever!.
By hanquill.