Looking through my window’s glass panes,
Finding those falling drops of rain,
Hearing a fine tune of love
Being surfaced in that flowing stream of rain.
The small bells on my beloved’s anklet
Are jingling with rhythm and a tune...
She smiles and is dancing in joy
With those falling droplets like pearls on her cheek...
My beloved’s silhouette, I can see
In those mists formed by the rain.
As the rain diminishes slowly
The transparent picture of my beloved
Is getting blurred and fading away slowly.
Now I cannot see her anymore,
My beloved is leaving me alone...
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Amitava (14.7.2015) 7-00 am
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We tend to see our beloved in everything pleasing and beautiful. Their image never leaves our mind. And though it fades temporarily, it will soon reappear, because it is stamped there permanently. And we know this is how it must be. Lovely poem.
This poem reveals great love through mists of rain that like most. Fantastic depiction. Excellent phraseology. Many thanks for sharing.......10
Beautiful poem expressing your love, very tender and expessive. Fantastic imagery and perfect rhythm in this poem, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, Amitava! Great poem! Thank you for sharing it! RoseAnn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely imagination Amitava! When we continue to think of someone, it is so natural that we see the image of that person in everything we look on! Yes, she lives so vivid in your memories!