It wasn’t much when the splashes hit
Torrents tormenting the souls displayed
The dance of mirth the pace of swift
The shade of love the pearls in disarray
Were it for my silence that broke
The disfigure that embarked?
Will the grooves of life be quenched?
Passers by; stare at visage.
I dare not utter thou name
I dare not cross my limits
The boundaries I share,
The chains that fetter me are no strong.
Dwindling sights and baffling sounds
All naïve as I stand apart
The spirit of enchanter has her turn
While I stray back in the doom…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rains have no limits in Shillong, but u may find limited rains in Sahara or Thor....