Breezy moments before her arrival
That none what so in the world can rival,
The fury unfurled well before comes she,
Much like the frenzy of a stormy sea,
The thunderbolts that open up flood gate,
Where ‘pon my life looks as if in a spate.
Then a mighty shower follows
And my life lights up from its lows.
Thence ah sets in a balmy calm,
And my life's unique soothing balm!
Yes, talking I'm of my life's tender love,
Monsoon's first few showers from far above—
A strange calm then follows sudden downpour
That touches ah my being's deepest core.
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Musings |04.07.2019|
Yes, talking I'm of my life's tender love, Monsoon's first few showers from far above— A strange calm then follows sudden downpour That touches ah my being's deepest core. ... loved these lines. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. TFS. ____________________________________
You are another kind heart and a fine judge of good poetry. Your appreciation goes a long way, dear KM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breezy moments before ''her'' arrival That none what so in the world can rival The fury unfurled well before comes ''she, '' Much like the frenzy of a stormy sea, JUST BEAUTIFUL STANCE of poetry o poet SHE YOU so quickly twist from SHE to SEA in transformation petrichor monsoon's first drops you know LOVELY VERSE O AP
Petrichor, yes, and you help me appreciate that fragrance and spread deep into my life. Thank you indeed.