Shower of Hopes

You do wonders 

Here they're greater

To the parched souls 

In this craggy part

Its refuse-clogged streets

Home to mangy curs 

Its discoloured sky

Where the last stork 

Was spotted long ago 

Now the picture dimmed

Even crows evaded

As there was nothing 

For crumbs turned stones 

You have swept it clean 

The crags seem to smile

The crumb-stones softened

The curs washed clean 

The storks faraway 

Now recall the fond memories 

Of fishing with ibises

Under the watchful eyes

Of a solitary kingfisher

The crows sense a jolt

Ah, you're here

With the long-craved wonders 

Let the sky be blue again

Let there be monstrous clouds

Let the storks meet the herons

Give the kites a reason 

To unfurl their wings 

Give the real sense 

That you still are around

To shower hopes

Bring the dreams

Within reach.