May stretched its legs into grave. The thunder heralds the rains. A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal Is not re-thatched this year. Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay With all the wages she had kept. Summer takes the last breath, But the coconut leaf thatched roof Is not re-thatched this year. As the widow stands on the threshold, The rain clouds gather over her sky And the wind scatters terror in her corridor. Will the tattered roof be flown away? Will the rain drops make pores On the roof of her life? Where will her child crawl and smile? Question waves are thus getting high. Her canoe is ready to be tossed. [Summer season ends in the month of May, and the rainy season begins in June in Kerala] First published in Inspired by Tagore Anthology by British Council