Hailstorm Poem by Prabir Gayen

Hailstorm

Rating: 5.0


- Hailstorm -
Hailstorm brings the memory
Of byone days,
Where childhood days were
deep and fresh,
Nature was green with my green eyes,
Heart wasfresh like fallen sleet,
Life was no less than dream.

Hail to my aged self to go back again,
Under the mango trees to collect
Sleet - hit fruits,
Green and half ripe,
After a long decaying inversion of
Storm with solid rain,
Mind went into the cave of heart,
For unknown fear for life,
The sound of Gale subbsiding
friendly Zephyr,
Struck the weak structure.

The hailstorm is poetically perfect,
It is the sound of perfect rhyme,
The poetry that celebrated rain with small
ice gave extra charm,
Hailstorm has become a rare guest,
I wish to run with hailstorm
across the field,
With bare head and feet,
Collet the small diamond on the
grass,
That withers with no time,
Haistorm is there in the book of mind,
Like golden period of my life,
amid poverty and rustic delight.

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Hailstorm
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Srijita Mondal 17 March 2019

Very very very beautiful poem......❤️

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Kevin Patrick 21 March 2019

It is always fascinating how something mundane can unlock the attic of memories of once past, to some hailstorms bring terror and yet you make them magical.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Hailstorm brings the memory Of byone days, Where childhood days were deep and fresh,

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Nature was green with my green eyes, Heart wasfresh like fallen sleet, Life was no less than dream.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Hail to my aged self to go back again, Under the mango trees to collect Sleet - hit fruits,

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Haistorm is there in the book of mind, Like golden period of my life, amid poverty and rustic delight.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Hailstorm has become a rare guest, I wish to run with hailstorm across the field, With bare head and feet, Collet the small diamond on the grass,

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

The hailstorm is poetically perfect, It is the sound of perfect rhyme, The poetry that celebrated rain with small ice gave extra charm,

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Mind went into the cave of heart, For unknown fear for life, The sound of Gale subbsiding friendly Zephyr, Struck the weak structure.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Green and half ripe, After a long decaying inversion of Storm with solid rain,

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