A Raining Song Of July Poem by Deb Panda
A Raining Song Of July
Oh Muse!
You gushed through the fortress-
With a fresh gale of snowy rain,
Down my strings, flowing to unfurl
The young wounds, incurable pain.
And down fluids, empty vessels -flows,
My thoughts, in darkness of drops-
Of an elusive dawn, long I’ve lived
Down the sediment, despair -tears, hopes!
Oh Muse!
Emerges- the faith in twilight of gloom,
Guiding me through terrains, ranges-
I dare not scale, without that light,
Smiles! My lord -the trinity, life wages!
And the raining songs of July –awaits,
With burial of fears, cold-shivering
Reverberates, injuries of a forlorn
To rediscover, in clash of spirit-wailing!
My Lord!
In symphony, lamps unabashedly stare through nights-
In second pulse, absent in eyes of yours,
Declare- worship, fasts are not in starvation-
To be yours -victory, godly bless for all suffers!
How spontaneously it descends on this plane with your thoughts!
It is indisputable that concentration of devoted, deep prayers converged on a point trancends the mortality and mathches eternity to arrive.
And to My Lord, who Knows the 'Why',
For bringing that momentum back, magic again to write after a long gap, I don't have any clue.
Succeeding in the series of the poem: If You Forget the caged Bird, can be found in the link:
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:16:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your faith in the Lord, tears, hopes all go on, in making a lovely poem.