Scene 1.The souls in the bus shelter
It was pouring down
Like the London Bridge was falling down
Every soul in the shelter was wet
Their bodies were soaked in dirt.
Then with utmost pride
I wore my coat of self regard
I stepped into the rain of thud
Thus I cut the umbilical cord with the rest
And became the most selfish guest in the shelter.
Scene 2. A handkerchief
In Every rain in summer
I stand still in vain
Cause I expect
It brings me
A handkerchief I need most.
Thus it can wipe out my tears
And calm down my senses.
But still I stand still out here
Not losing my faith in the rain.
This one is also beautifully composed with touching words and introspection..........amazing piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two vivid snapshots of rain! The first one is more impressive! You were well armed to meet the emergency while the others stood helpless! Enjoyed!