Rain Poem by hassan hayati
Rain
On the land of red tulips, it rains
On the sad night of agony, it rains
Rain, on the holy graves of comrades
On my restless eyes, it rains
My heart eyes, all directions
Each single moment, a daffodil once
And a pansy another time
On the thirsty land of my chest, it rains
Scarlet my face, hopeful my heart
To join the traveled pigeons
Looking desperately for the moment
On the blue ocean of my dreams, it rains
Wash my soul, rain, wash my heart
Give me new life in every single part
I have been pinned, for the severance pain
On the pin leaves, of the pine, it rains
I love you rain, I love you
On the wooden coffin, in the grave yard
On my immortal tomorrow house
On the tomb stone of mine, it rains
The train of thoughts where it rains, and how rain is your constant companion, is really wonderful to read...missed reading this earlier.
This is rainy season in my country and I find your poem so beautiful that speaks of rain in different lands and different hearts.To my favorite list with five stars.
I missed reading it when it was the Poem of the day. But i am so happy that i read it now. Please accept my heartiest congratulations for a wonderful poem, dear Poet Hassan.......A full score!
I appreciate your kind attention, this is very encouraging to see an expert writes a comment like this on my words.
A beautiful and brilliant poem on rain. You have created magic with rain drops. It rains everywhere and is one constant factor with all objects of nature. It rains on flowers and trees, mountains and oceans and rains on man when he lives and when he dies too. Wonderful words, metaphors with a concept so unique..
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5/7/2024 8:01:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Exquisitely crafted poem where rain is a constant companion that brings solace in life of a man and in death. Thanks and Congrats. On the thirsty land of my chest, it rains On the blue ocean of my dreams, it rains Give me new life.. I love you rain.... On the tomb stone of mine, it rains
Thank you Ranjish, this shows your accurate attention. Yes Thirsty Land and blue ocean, you know rain falls in all places, this is the God Mercy. new life and tomb stones, Yes Death can also be a new life. I really enjoyed your brilliant and Precise attention.