I recall rare when last I had
Earth's fragrance following first rain,
Heard peacock call, gone monsoon mad
At sensing rains without refrain,
Saw a joyful farmer's fair face,
Right arrival of season's rain,
Children playing with paper boats
In waters flooding a dirt lane;
But what rain means in city space?
Help from heat, or virtual floats,
Covered up full to keep out rain,
Cut off from every Nature's scene;
Like umbrella has been a man,
Wet from without, dry from within!
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Musings | 10.07.18 |
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I would like to translate this poem
Earth's fragrance is recalled. Right arrival of rain has rung mind's bell of perception and emotion. Water by flowing washes the dirt lane. Umbrella has great significance during rainy season. Wet from without and dry from within this becomes a mirror of reflection for human life. An excellent poem is well penned.
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