REMEMBER WHEN I HAD SAID I LOVE THE RAIN?
THE WARMEST OF THE SHEETS,
AS I LISTEN TO IT FLOW DOWN THE WINDOW PANE.
I HAD LIED!
THE ONLY THING I CAN FEEL IS-
THE DISTANCE IN EVERY SOUND
AS THEY RYHTHM ON BROKEN DRUMS
I HATE THE RAIN
IT REMINDS ME OF ALL THE WATER
I HAS TO FETCH
THE WATER THEY CALLED PAIN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing this magnificent poem, dear Ma’am Roshana🤝😊.....10+++