The rain lashes
The curled eye brow
Of the meager land where
The trees extend their fronds
To embrace each other
Sunlight is a mirage
And the miry floor pulls
The snake from escaping
It lies as a striated twig
Raindrops feed it with pearls
In a solemn disport
The sprightly squirrels shake
Their furry coat and vanish into
Thickets at the cracking sound
Of clouds moving towards
Dark horizon and melt away
Night blooms into morn
The strands of golden ray
Wash away all the memories
The flowers leave upon their
Stalks of the night of hailstorm
Your poem reminded me of the sawan season in South Asia. Here in Portugal, everything is artificial. What do the people here know about the sawan rains?
Beautiful. The description of the eain, the trees
Loveliest painting of departing a stormy night and greeting the new day's sunrays. Brilliant poem, sweetest worded and I have read this beautiful poem about the changing nature as an exceklent book.5 Stars full on Top
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Night blooms into morn The strands of golden ray Wash away all the memories.The rainy, stormy night departs and a bright day light takes over. Beautiful. Wisely composed. Top marks