Illusion Poem by Khairul Ahsan
Illusion
As the gentle breeze of the Spring
Sways the trees and plants of your garden,
Dark Monsoon clouds gather in my sky
And the downpour descends in torrents.
As a flurry of rain patters against my window,
I silently stand beside and watch;
Oh how the rain quenches the thirst
Of the parched soil beneath!
I slide open the window glass.
Drifts of rain drench me,
Yet I keep the window glass open
And feel how love drenches a lovelorn soul!
Dhaka
09 July 2020
Yet, I keep the window glass open... the core of this poem. A very creditable piece of poetry entitled 'illusion'. Top score!
As a flurry of rain patters against my window, I silently stand beside and watch; Oh how the rain quenches the thirst Of the parched soil beneath! I slide open the window glass. Drifts of rain drench me, Yet I keep the window glass open And feel how love drenches a lovelorn soul! - - - - - -Love and rain so essential for life.A wonderful write, thanks for sharing Khairul Ahsan ji.
Dear Bharati, You have so beautifully brought out the kernel in just one short sentence: 'Love and rain so essential for life'! Thanks for quoting the lines from my poem. Much appreciate your kind comment.
I slide open the window glass. Drifts of rain drench me, Yet I keep the window glass open And feel how love drenches a lovelorn soul! Fabulous imagery, Khairul Sahab.......10
Much inspired, Dr Geeta, by your kind appreciation and generous rating. Thank you.
Loved the way you expressed the beautiful scenario. Rains gives lease to poets thoughts. Very nice poem.10++
Thank you Arzoo for visiting and appreciating the poem. Your appreciation and generous rating stands out as an outstanding inspiration.
The superb imagery and the beautiful verses put in this poem made me a witness of the Monsoons of Bengal. Yes, the mystery of rain could quench a parched land and those hopeless at heart. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10++
@Rose Marie Juan-austin, Thank you so much for reading my poem, your comment is a great inspiration. Nice to know that through this poem, you became a witness to the 'Monsoons of Bengal'. Appreciate your generous rating too, thank you.
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4/25/2024 7:37:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The July raindrops walking, wandering, crawling, running on the field of romantic visionary according to monsoons of Bengal beautiful poem penned; pleasure to read