Rain Poem by Prabir Gayen
Rain
Rain
When rain falls,
The inner river flows,
Dry desert moves,
Mind becomes liquid joy,
Rain is my moist pain,
Past becomes living present,
Pain full of love and sensation.
I go back to my little hut,
Rainy hut with pulsating heart,
Fanciful mind with Love-laden soul,
Youthful joy and apposite pain,
On my bed I am with my lonely mind,
With nature I chant the name,
The name of my childhood dream,
The name that runs through vein,
With the current of lightning and bolt
The essential Joy of thrilling feeling.
Rain is my moist pain........great write. Thank u, dear poet. Anjandev Roy.
beautiful subject, great picture, moving presentation; you're making me want to feel, hear, and see the rain!
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5/5/2024 12:31:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem I enjoyed as it rains here now! After a spell of drought, it has started raining and now there is torrential rain. Rain brings childhood memories to our heart! Sometimes our mind gets filled with pain when the sky is overcast with rain clouds and when the sky sheds tears! A beautiful poem!