THE LAST RAIN OF OBSTRUCTION
Once upon, you were like Aravali. I being the southwest Indian monsoon
And the Rajasthan between us remained a desert.
Because you never obstructed my gale from Arabian sea. It never rained.
We were parallel.
After a few months, you approached closer
Close enough, just like the western ghats and the blockage appeared.
My emotions, overwhelmed everytime to conclude in precipitation.
Thunder, storm, anger, concluded in soothing leeward sides of your arm.
We were close.
Today, the heat of pain is high
Your mountain barriers of 'uncertain love'
Forcing my moisture laden heavy heart
To raise my desire for certainty, for questioning foreverness.
The unprecedented conclusion at sight.
You know the only way to cool this plight
according to the dry adiabatic lapse rate,
What has risen this far, will have to fall
It will rain again, on me, on you, on us no more.
This rain will be the last one. The last obstruction, the last rise, the last fall.
Someday, it will rain again but not a rain of conflict, not the obstructional rainfall.
This is the last orographic rainfall!
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