Buried under the earth
They need you, to give birth
To new seedlings
Natures worthy offerings
They can’t eye
The pregnant sky
They can only pray
Unless you come down on earth
Seeds of time shall stay
Slowly as your drops kiss
The heart of heated earth
In her womb, shall germinate
The cause of human mirth
these Musings on the RAIN SPRINGS forth a AUTUMNAL stirrings into the bowels of WINTERed SUMMER! -shree
I love it It is beautiful. I havent had parents and never have been pregnant but im glad someone sees that its beautiful to have a kid. Ive hurt almost my whole life wondering if my mom ever really cared or loved me as she had me. so Its always good to hear that someone is proud of pregnancy and love their child. thanx for sharing. ur friend krystal. feel free to read any of my poems that jump out at u and comment if u want.
Beautiful. I've never looked at it like that before. I especially like 'the pregnant sky'. It's just...different. I love that!
Like your imagination on this one. I'm a fan of rain, sound and cleansing it gives.
Great thought put into this poem Nikunj and I liked your concept in that it is highly original and your imagination has worked wonders. Well done! Karin Anderson
An extraordinary rain prayer. Beautifully written. Kind regards, Sandra
a beautiful welcome to rain which starts life here....10
By now the pregnant sky ought to have delivered its burden.....but economic despair might yet loom in the future if the 'burden' is not big enough. Lets pray. Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem of well thought chosen words with figurative language.I like this poem. Please read my poem too. this is 10++=