# Rain in My Blood #
Raju Baruah
Cloud of my dusk memory
Knocking at the door
I am with the red donkey
Hanging like a ribbon
The smoke of half burn cigar is in my eyes
I have drunk the night with the red chili of your corporate garden
Nothing is visible
Not even my childhood picture
Still playing with those colorless color
And soundless word
Still waiting in this banquet hall
Listen to the soundless word of rain in my blood.
Nice, , , , , , , , Nice, , , , , , Nice, , , , , , this is the word I can say
This poem is an excellent piece of art having room for different perception...
Fantastic metaphor…’Listen to the soundless word of rain in my blood.’ A glib finish 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing metaphors. Brilliant work.