Saikh Md. Sabah Al-Ahmed
The spitting July rain
When tiny tadpoles leapfrog to life,
The smoky sky above
Obscures its pristine blue blanket – slowly
As the clouds above melt, I then remember
We used to shiver,
As the deafening thunder roared outside
We jumped on to Grandma’s lap;
Her frail body shook,
As we all jostled for comfort zones around her;
Our droopy eyelids slowly dropping curtains,
As we all go into a trance,
And Grandma’s lullabies took us far away into fairyland;
Long before we get embalmed
By her mystical tales in her wobbly voice;
The July rains have stopped now,
It’s November, and we had just bade autumn goodbye,
The clear blue sky has now managed
To pierce itself through its thick smoky blanket of clouds;
I search for Grandma
But she’s not there on her moth-eaten bed.
It’s July again, and I could still hear her
Hum those lullabies somewhere far away,
I yearn to be in her lap,
As the thunder roars once again,
Pelting hail on our supine roof.
I hid myself under a blanket,
And lay motionless till I realise it’s day break.
Saikh Md. Sabah Al-Ahmed, a poet and lyricist, is a recipient of the Reuel International Prize for Poetry (2019) for Best Upcoming Poet from North East India. He was also awarded the ‘Certificate of Excellence’ by the United Nations Association (UNA) – Assam for his ‘outstanding literary achievements in the field of poetry and journalism’. He presently teaches ‘Creative Writing and Poetry’ at Cotton University as a guest faculty, as well as English and Social Sciences at his alma mater – Don Bosco School, Guwahati.