Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Prisoned in the August rain


From the window the August rain
stirs a crave to be once with her
stings the heart with an abstract pain
she is home and home isn't far!

August rain brings me her face
makes me alone in the crowd
I forget all work my mind is a mess
want to reach her riding the cloud!

She would be lonely if it pours all day
her tears would be streams of rain
crying in the thought I have drifted away
she may not ever see me again!

August rain brings me her face
her address though isn't too far
I'm imprisoned in the workplace
dreaming a cloud ride to her!

Submitted: Friday, August 08, 2014

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  • Lorraine Colon (8/8/2014 10:31:00 AM)

    There is something about a rainy day that causes us to long for a loved one. Strange but true. You describe it here so well. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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