The Orphaned Rain – A Poem by Megha Sood


A poem by Megha Sood

Those dainty droplets running over my windows
and leaving a trail
a residue of pain,
what if the rain feels pain
what if it reminisces of the
long-lost company
the melody of the
wine tingling glasses
getting slowly warmed
near the old fireplace
/that brooding pain/
that silhouette of silence
sitting silently in that warm creaky armchair
next to the old wobbly table
it has scars of time
etched on it
and the time has its impression
tucked neatly in the tattered pages
on the family album
bearing the swirly impression of my thumb
from the last time I took a peek
Yesterday I let that starving alley cat in
and let it warm its puny existence near my legs
sometimes I feel the pain of
those droplets from the
orphaned rain
And my mind ponders
Does it also need a shelter?

About the Poet

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine and in many other publications. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. You can find her blog here.

Painting: Vincent van Gogh – Wheat Field in Rain

8 thoughts

  1. The image of pain as something tangible, held in our surroundings as a reflection of our own, comes out so clearly here – the darkness of the rain and the abject state of an alley cat in the cold, coupled with a brooding soul. And Brian’s choice of the van Gogh is a perfect fit.

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