मुझे बरसात के पिछले ज़माने याद आते हैं
कि जब घनघोर बादल संग अपने रंग लाते थे
काले, भूरे, चाँदी जैसे, स्वर्णिम, लाल, नारंगी
कभी सूर्य की कोई रश्मि नीचे झाँका करती
पानी लेने जाते बादल कुछ ले कर आया करते
वर्षा के पानी से देखो धरती की प्यास बुझाते
आसमान की बिजली अपना रौद्र रूप दिखलाती
कमज़ोर दिलों की ऐसे में घिग्गी ही बंध जाती.
ONE: In such a situation of weak hearts, it is bound to boom. Mesmerizingly captured, Rajnish! Is this the start of monsoon or has the moonsoon not passed yet? Poetic words transform the true reality of the Indian monsoon. In truth the heavy downpours make gaps in the roads and trains cannot ride. But your poesy conjures magic here.
The poem tries to recall days of the yore. There was rain rain and rain. For days we had no sun. Things have changed a lot. There are heavy rains or cloud bursts at certain places causing floods & widespread devastation while at others it is below par. Potholes, cancellation of trains and flights is also there. August is also rainy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TWO: That´s why I like to read poesy. I have been to Mumbai and I have seen the gaps in the mainroads. Trye awful if one lives up there. I like reading your poems, they are so descriptively rich! Thank you for sharing. A 10 and much much more for this so magnificent poem. I do hope the automatic vote goes well. GBU!
Yes, Mumbai is quite often witness to flooding of roads, potholes on roads, accidents, life becoming difficult. Several old buildings collapse there and in other towns as well. Thanks, Sylvia, for your kind words of appreciation.