Bowing to public demand :-)))

As far as eyes can reach, concrete jungle rules

amidst it all, a tree or two holds its breath and waits

beauty and serenity is all a thing of past

today it is just a smoking hole

then a lightning far ahead and the sky glows

dark clouds shroud the earth like a blanket

Birds fly home, so do we

rain comes down calming the earth

lifeless streets and alleys of the town

comes alive with the scent of rain

with dreams of spring still inside

the trees sway in the cool breeze

PS: If ever I write a book of poems in Kannada surely I am going to find someone else to translate!