The rain..
Sheets of grey froth
battering the unholy
city,
Puddles,
roadside streams
Flashfloods bearing down
relentlessly
Tearing down
Shantytown..
Drenched,
shivering souls
And it pours
It pours even more,
without the slightest
pity
wow really nice -10 anjai (read mine My raindrops though not so good as yours)
I love the illustrative -ness of this poem. Your sequence of thought is also intriguing and fascinating. I can actually feel the rainy season of some city. well done
reading the poem, I am thinking about my surroundings, exactly what you write, Nice job.
A well written and expressive poem! 10! Yesterday we had the first heavy rain of the season in Delhi! Flooding roads and drenching souls! -Raj Nandy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have really captured through your images the other side of rain. rain can be cruel.10 Mamta