The rain poured down heavily that day,
it felt as if the water may rise over the bay,
I took a stroll across the street,
with a heavy heart and drenched feet
Raindrops trickling allover my body, with ease
It was my devastated soul which was not at peace.
Triggering the painful memories of lost love,
each raindrop fluttering in the wind like a transparent dove.
That cup of coffee we enjoyed last monsoon,
finding it hard to believe all that has become memories so soon...
The moments spent with you,
with the feeling of love, so true;
Returning in disguise of this rain,
washing away the stains of pain.
tears burst, as memories flash
but the rain creates a perfect camouflage.
The very day on which we met,
there again was the rain soaking both of us wet.
Your loss was unbearable to this mind,
but here comes the rain, as a solace, so kind.
This walk seems to have no end,
as, a broken heart here, direly needs a mend.
The rain becomes you, my beloved,
for its presence reminds me of you...
The walk in the rain is enchanting,
and a deep consolation to a mind, which was left repenting.
As the rain pours down heavily today,
an incomplete love is still finding its way.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem