When it rains
After a long time
Dirt and stains
are washed away
And the World seems new
Pure and clear
With mountains of dirt
Hiding beneath

Victories and gains
And inventions new
Man on the moon
Or the soccer wins
Fill the world
With a heavenly glow
Hiding the horrors
Of the twisted few

And sufferings and pains
Of faceless many

©️shashidudhgaonkar