Dancing Rain - Poem by Ershad Mazumder
The known world where I live in
Is now sick
The blue smiling sky has turned grey and ash
The sound of fallen leaves is no longer there.
The soul of the planet has turned barren
You are passing sleepless nights in a garden of dreams
Why it happens?
I do not dream for years.
My canvas is blank and colourless
I had a dream to sleep on your lap
And to paint the sick world
With colours of young budding dreams.
Why do you pass your nights sleepless
In a land full of dreams
I had hopes to pluck buds of dreams
To brush the sick body of my world with rainbow.
My eyes have drawn all the waters from the sea
Its now full of cloud to shower rain
Of clouds, fly to the roof of my fiance
Bless her with a dreamy sleep
With music of dancing rain.
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