For which season can I in hope now wait?
When even rains find no room in his mind,
Though memories flood river-like in spate,
On what can I sustain, what support find?
How strangely unique be this monsoon season!
I try— try hard not to remember him,
But heart is no head to heed to fair reason,
Wild way-off hearts only love dreams to dream.
And why not, I still marvel at his love:
Time was when he would walk in pouring rain,
I doubt, he did so love for me to prove,
Truth is: I can't but wait, be it in vain.
Wonder, what pleasure love in monsoon seeks,
But season peaks, roof of my patience leaks!
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Rainy days of monsoon seem to do strange things to souls in love, if this sonnet is to be believed.
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Sonnets | 02.07.16 |
But season peaks, roof of your patience leaks! Observing rainy day and monsoon you have nicely penned this interesting poem. An amazing sharing is done.10
Thank you kumarmani Mahakul, it is nice to get your feedback, but do point out to me whenever i've slipped,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well crafted poem in sonnet form about love and the effects of the rainy season. Well done.
In a large country like India rains have special significance in most parts. A rainy day is looked as an opposite of a sunny day. Thanks for your feedback, George Krokos.