Oh’ Muse!
High from the highest ranges!
Your smile hails with respite-
Stealing this fervent memories weary band-
My empty pots brimming with cold drops-
For your grace, upon this arid land!
And my geography turns away from the world-
To fill those starry eyed halts, dots
With glimpses of your blissful creation-
I behold, rest –a strife torn pilgrim
Away from the despair, worldly lies-Shun!
I rise, to this thunderous welcome!
That shut the doors with truth,
With your benign words, to be blessed
Upon this summer rain to beat the dust-
Of all my worldly stature, freest soul with your touch!
Not many things are more pleasant or welcome than a summer rain. Very nice.
.........rain is grace from god..lovely beautiful piece, penned with emotions...........wonderful write
Drenched in the truth of the summer rain cleansing and freeing yourself in it's downpour of hope! Beautiful write!
Very nice poem. The rains moistens the dry parched earth. Your muse has no disappointed you. Oh! Muse. Good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice piece of work. Keep it up; and, thanks for sharing your poem with us. E.K.L.