'Rainy Day In Dancing Isha' Poem by Jayakumar Jrain

You are the Dancing Queen
Friday night and the outside lights are low.
smell of rain
You're in the mood for a dance.
She was dancing in the first row.
Acting cool and hard to get
A whisper of such tenderness
Peels through the skies of grey
running the clouds and kissing the wings
forest swaying
By the rhythm of the wind
Everywhere where it rains
millions of rain drops
dress flying the winds
I'd like to call myself an artist
My toe paintings are just the best
On wings that fill the sky
On velvet wings she's flying
Into the clouds
on soft grass.
the sound of anklets
wearing one leg
he only heard of anklets on beautiful feet.
chirping slowly sweet noise of anklet
The clean fresh air with it, it carries the fragrance familiar to me
try to catch the sound
I can't see anyone around
anklet beauty come out from your hiding place.
that real white painting brush
moving clouds

poem written by jrain