I listen for more, sitting in the porch
As breeze stirs dormant thoughts
And rain intones some archaic pain
Aroma of wet soil wafts free
Stretching towards closed doors
Dance of leaves, murmur of breeze
Heavenly bliss or nostalgic rush?
Rain and breeze keep collaborating
For a duet of unheard melodies
In my peace, your thought sirens war
I fight off the blitz of memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem