Would It Rain, O Wise One

With monsoon clouds for long hiding behind And showing no silver lines sent from moon, Nor pouring copious waters therein lined, Nor showing myriads of moods of monsoon, The valued guest getting tangled in blue, Or more likely nursing some unknown wrong Of which, a fair guess be made nor a clue, May be, it liked not the welcoming song. So, with hopes freezing into wintry vain, Pondering over skies, prayerful eyes, People asked a chameleon that looked wise: Ye think these clouds are good for goodly rain? But looking heavenward for help instead, And clueless still, he stood nod-less of head. ______________________________________________________ Monsoons in India make or mar the year. And desperate people would depend on desperate means to know how monsoon would behave. One such way in olden past was to ask chameleons, who seem ponderous and serene and wise and have the habit of nodding their head. ______________________________________________________ Happenings | 01.07.10 |