And
Pouring the rain stormy
Making the soil so gloomy
There is no sun seen above
Light is so dull and dim
Stormy rain slaps the trees
Stormy rain hits the hills
Stormy rain rolls the rocks
Stormy rain slays the boles
Pouring rain storming the land
Making me too highly so sad
For reasons bad so many
I can not but tell you any
Feeling forlorn my dear heart
Willing to fly and breathe afresh
I let it out in the pouring rain
To sail along the rivery rain
O' my heart! floating in rains
Hit by the stones here and there
Shivering with injured mind
Finds no help to take refuge
Swept away through meanders
My heart foolishly ignores
A help smoldering in dark
Stretching its weak hand
Lost is the right path
Lost is the right task
Like a new born babe
My heart cries 'save'
Timely a lightning
Flashes so striking
There is that small hope
Flashing a small scope
Flaming that small hope
Flashing a small scope
Reaching my heart fast
Through that flooded dark
Clever my heart now
Clasping that small hope
Rushes to me back
And secures in fear-shocked
And I do ask my heart
What she could see in all
Simply she replies 'awful'
I don't give up but mindful
Of that flaming hope I ask
Is that all your hopeful task?
Discerned my heart recalls
O' It's love and God all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Poet. I enjoyed your wonderful poem and the great ending. I wanted to thank you for all your support on y poetry in the past. I wish you a great New Year! Loyd