A MYSTERY

In my childhood days

during rainy seasons

our village skies turned

cloudy and dusky

with the thick

darkness swallowing the

entire village like

a python swallowing its

victim.

A heavy downpour was

the result

which was often incessant

lasting for weeks.

The morning sun

the starry moonlit nights

playing truant for weeks

we longed for the

rains to stop

dark clouds to fade away and

for the sky to turn blue

as in the summer season.

When I started demanding

the appearance of the Sun

moon and stars

my grandpa 

would shout to a

person ‘hey anonymous

anonymous

let us have our

sun, moon and stars back

restore our blue sky’

I could neither see

anonymous nor his/her voice

whether grandpa

had ever seen him/her

whether he had heard

his/her  voice,

I know not.

Anonymous responded to

my grandpa’s pleas within seconds

by stopping rains

by wiping out the clouds

and darkness like a student

erasing the words written by a pencil

turning  the sky bright and blue.

With the sun during the day

starry, moonlit nights

in the night

with brimming joy and delight

I jumped up, up, up and down, down, down clapping my hands.

Grandpa later left to

his heavenly abode

with him ended the magic of

anonymous.

During rainy seasons

lasting for weeks

I followed into the food-steps

of Grandpa and shouted

‘hey anonymous, anonymous

let’s have our sun back

bestow upon us

moon-lit, star-lit nights’.

No response

was forthcoming.

Who was this anonymous

to where he/she vanished

still a mystery…

naughty Grandpa

naughty anonymous…..