In your backyard the cuckoo sings,
Heralding the multi color Spring,
The bright flowers sway merrily
With the gentle breeze it brings.
The fire atop the Krishnachuras
Kindles a dormant desire in you,
To sing to your heart's content
Like that ardent cuckoo's coo.
In my sky loom the dark clouds,
Laden with moisture and rain.
Soon they'll start the downpour,
That'll lash on my window pane.
The driving rain will drench me
Yet I keep my windows open.
I know not why I like to imagine
One day you'll come rain driven.
Poet's Notes: ‘The Krishnachura' (The Delonix Regia) tree is a large tree grown in this part of the world. At Spring, the trees wear a beautiful look when red Krishnachura flowers blossom atop. You can see some pictures here: http: //www.shutterstock.com/s/krishnachura/search.html
Dhaka
24 December 2015
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Thank you, Anil, for reading my poem and leaving your thoughtful comment here. I would appreciate if you would kindly rate the poem (out of 10) too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The arrival of Spring is announced by the cooing of cuckoos! The song of the birds and the bright blossoms make our heart joyful filling it with love and longing! The hope of the loved one coming 'rain driven' is an interesting thought! A beautiful poem!
'The hope of the loved one coming 'rain driven' is an interesting thought! A beautiful poem! ' - Loved your measured appraisal in the first sentence and the generous compliment in the last. Much inspired by your comment, @Valsa George.