Leaking rooftop rainboarding

heavy raindrops from the sky strikes at my shoulder

I look up to the sky and ask –

why the open sky cannot be my roof?

My stand on the ground is wet like a fish in the sea

around me abounds water lying knee deep.

Am I unable to concrete my whole habitat?

Should I make concrete farms, concrete lands and concrete gardens?

Waterlogged I am.

I am a new coinage for old plight,

today I am again rain-bound.

                                                                           ~ Sushant Thapa

                                                                               Biratnagar, Nepal