Protruding my crane neck
Highly towards the blank sky
I wait for the shower of grace Of the Rain God
When all of us occupied in cultivating field
are reeling under drought conditions
stung deep ,very much, by the famine
I prefer to put the clock back,only by resorting to
My staunch belief of treating my sweat drops
as showers of rain drops and decided to yield fruitful results there after
Author notes
PROMPT-CLOCK
A contest entry
- Pick a prompt and run with it! by silverscent.
525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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