They come to haunt on an evening as this
when thunders roar fall endless rains
windowpanes moan in frosted kiss
awaken within long lost pains!
They don't bear me a name or a face
the massless aches prick like thorn
oozing out from what hidden place
on an evening as this they're born!
In the blowing gust rain's beelike drones
shatter my heart's all gathered peace
mess the mind feed upon bones
leave me broken on an evening as this!
The pains don't bear me a name or a face
don't tell what hurts for what I miss
but snuff out all gathered happiness
rain my eyes on an evening as this!
How true. Without any warning, unhappy, uneasy feelings attack us and we don't know why. What causes this to happen? We just know something is wrong, something is bothering us, but it refuses to identify itself. How do we deal with these cowards that hide their faces, yet cause us pain? I wish I knew.
An aggrieved mind is shedding it's pain along with the pouring rain. Liked the way you expressed a melancholic mind.
Very nicely written with suitable metaphor ascribed.......pradipjee..........very well composed
The evening a metaphor chosen nicely for the worlds of present day, rain is the another grief...nice and lovely..an accepted sense of responsibility thanks Pradip The luminous..light giver
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I would like to translate this poem
When it is cloudy and when it rains, especially in the fading evening light, sorrows come in swarms like winged termites, suddenly from no where! Unable to trace the cause or name them, they snuff out the hard earned happiness! Beautiful!