Latha Prem Sakhya, a new generation poet declares her poems are more personal than social and express her own strong beliefs and convictions. She was born in 1959 to parents from Neyyoor in the Kanyakumari district of Tamilnadu, India. She did her school and college education in Holy Angel’s convent, and His Highness the Maharajas College for Women, in Thiruvananthapuram respectively. Interested in painting and writing her first collection of poems Memory Rain was published by the Monsoon Editions in 2008.She teaches English at Mar Thoma College for Women, Perumbavoor. She has published poems in The Quest an international journal devoted to literature, in Muse India .com and PoemHunter.com.
Ecstasy
Parched, lips blistered, peeling skin in tatters,
Hair unkempt and disheveled, Mother Earth
Watched her children struggle
For life- giving water.
Helpless, she raced to find succour and relief
Away from the agonized cry for water.
The rain came down
First a few random drops-
Driving the heat and intoxicating scent of the earth.
Bringing out the snakes to taste.
The rain came down
Opening wide the portal of the sky
Sheets of opaque glass.
Hiding the ecstasy of mother
Dancing her earthy welcome,
With outstretched arms.
Casting off her tatters.
Drenched and soaked,
Saturated and brimming
With joy and fulfillment
She sank gratefully water lapped.
The rain came down
Puddles turned to pools,
Pools over brimmed to streams.
The gurgling of the streams
Merging with the symphony of the cicadas-
Drowned by the euphoric concert of frogs,
Soothed and comforted mother earth
Lulling her to sleep
With her satiated children
Sweat of Sun
pours down
monsoon………….
well sung 🙂
Lulling her to sleep
With her satiated children
very very touching……………….
This reeked of the quenching earth’s refreshing scent, drenching the senses of the beholder, as much as the poet, basking in and rejoicing, “dancing her earthy welcome”. It is as if you were waiting as passionately as the parched earth, involving yourself and partaking in the ecstasy ‘with outstretched arms’. The first rain’s arrival evoke sensations of the ethereal kind, at once earthly and poignant. ‘The symphony of the cicadas’ and ‘the euphoric concert of the frogs’ did rake up so much of serene sentiments in me conjuring up many images that included ‘puddles in the country road, smell of new school bags, wind sprung umbrellas…..’
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful piece of poetry that did soothe and soak up areas of my arid mind.
good lines, Rain always works wonders on poets. I liked your poem. All the best
Rains are always inspiring. South West monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with occasional glittering sunshine. The poem is readable but not compelling enough. I liked the expression “Sheets of opaque glass”
Parched,lips blistered, peeling skin in tatters……..strong imagery :-)))))
Simple yet lyrical imagery . ” Parched, lips blistered, peeling skin in tatters…” it drips and drizzles and finally blooms to the heavy crystal jets…..” Lulling her to sleep
With her satiated children ”…..Smooth flow all the way.:)
As there is raining and raining, the rain vanishes into rain in mind which is curative, euphoric
and melodious
Bringing out the snakes to taste.
The rain came down
Opening wide the portal of the sky
Sheets of opaque glass.
Hiding the ecstasy of mother
………
we borrow love and affection from nature- it may be deposited for our future generations…… we have no to return or prospect to repaying the love she given
as beatiful as the rain. Good work.