This is very much based on the story. All the students of
AVM would be able to relate to the deafening noise created when the rain hits
the school’s roof. Among all the poems I have written till now (literally
three) this is the one that I am most proud of. Happy Reading!
I heard it in my history class.
Yes, I remember it was
history as I was picturing the Santhals happily cutting down trees, their
bronze skin glistening under the hot sun.
Women modestly clothed sang a
cheerful tune which filled the people's veins like caffeine keeping them awake
and active.
In the corner were the British administrators sweating and panting
in their 'summer clothes' feeling proud of their civilization when
compared to these barbarians.
That sound breaking the tranquillity of the school like the sound of a monastery's bell which was raised with much difficulty by a young monk.
Then, it began to get a little louder like
people stamping their feet on our heads. Perhaps the Santhals who are agitated
with the way the soil filled with their blood and sweat is being treated
And then it grew louder the stomping became
marching and I could hear the wind whooshing as a huge whirlpool of clouds
formed with Gaea herself rising with a trident ready to strike any moment in
one hand and an olive branch in her crown
An eagle screeched somewhere
Pigeons began huddling in every possible nook
and corner of the corridor
Students with their mouths gaping, eyes filled
with expectation looked outside
The rain was hitting hard on the only non sound
proof part of the school
Creating puddles in the ground like craters on
the moon
Ignorant to this Gaea was waiting watching over
And as soon as it had come it was all over
The sun shone again
Students with a grumpy frown went back to their
textbooks
Birds flew and the school was sound proof again
It was too late as the Santhals had already been
exploited, their rebellions crushed and chained as prisoners.
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