The day was raining...
The cloud was less dark..
The mid day was at peak hour..
He was clad in white...
Like the drops of rain in the window pane, he was new of his own..
The tint yet broad shining smile up to his cheeks...
The day was made for her..
He and she hardly exchanged words..
She hardly had stolen glances of him..
Other days her eyes had reverence of him..
As the rain poured inside her inside too..
That day that smile has something to say may be..
He was clad in white..
She was watching rain away from the soil..
That day the green was greener, her cheeks were tired...
That day..
Passed...
Reverence is back...
That smile is now a routine..
That day was a one day...
Just one day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Soumi M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.