When nothing could douse her fire she then tried the rain
What a vain attempt as the fire already had set on the rain!
The expression of emotions knows no boundaries
Then allow the peacock for the dance in the rain
The erupting volcanoes and the valiant voices
See today how those voices are drenched in the rain
Impossible near to God is always possible
In the arid desert what an unreal relief is the rain!
The flowers bloomed soon after plantation
What trick did the gardener do with the rain!
In the exile the patriotic bird had a fear
What would her mutinous kids do in the rain?
A crowded park on usual days of bliss and glee
Then why so desolated on this gloomy day of rain?
O wind why do you moan and sob with the wet night;
Are you also reminded of someone with the patter of rain?
The plethora of pain and grief in every humane eye
God had no choice but to concoct oceans with salt and rain
SANA SHAH is a freelance writer, currently pursuing a bachelor’s degree in social sciences, in Srinagar, J&K. Influenced by the bequeathed traditions of Sufi mysticism in Kashmir, Sana had an innate tendency towards Ghazals, and impacted mainly by Urdu poets like Momin Khan Momin, Faiz Ahmad Faiz, Mirza Ghalib; then later reading the ghazals by the Kashmiri-American poet Agha Shahid Ali, Sana took to writing and structurally experimenting with ghazals, concomitantly exploring the themes that can be incorporated in ghazals without violation of the basic technicalities, so as to make the genre of ghazals more inviting to the younger generations for upholding its traditionalistic eternity for centuries together, in the English language as well. Sana welcomes feedback on this poem (firstname.lastname@example.org).