
Even rain has an identity
by Morshed
Even rain has an identity
By Morshed Akhtar
It was raining this morning
early morning-
very early and wakes me up in this morning,
the morning rains.
Tap on the window with a piece of sound
It’s not making a classical note of the Bilabol, Voirobee, not even the Jhumoor*
- that I know for long.
Still
I'm early in the morning.
It wakes me up before I wake up than usual.
It keeps me awake and …and doesn’t let me go back to sleep.
Cannot go back to sleep even I tried hard.
I have yet to get to know this foreign rain.
Hah! Foreign rain! Remains unknown!
So, this rain remains foreign to me with a strong identity.
So, even rains have any identity, do they?
What is My identity then, in this land?
But does the rain also have a race?
Which race do I belong to!
Do they have a citizen format?
I don’t know, I lost my understanding.
I'm so worried. I still stay awake, wet
– wet inside
I am in this land for long, and they still say, it’s not mine!
It's raining!
Am I a stranger, yet untuned!
Still!
Notes: * Bilawal, Voirobee, Jhomoor are raga and the basis for the eponymous musical mode in Indian classical music
Morshed
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