Simple Verse.No.3 - When It Rained Poem by Valsa George
Simple Verse.No.3 - When It Rained
Days back it had rained
Rained as never before
And the small pits into ponds turned
Today the sun shone bright
Far brighter than ever
The ponds of yester evenings
Went back to dry pits again
They now lie sad and silent
Looking up into the sky
To be filled once again
With drops of rain flopping from above
To be fructified with frogs
Croaking, croaking all night
Drowning the silence in mirthful serenade
Sure the tumult of life is preferred
Far more to the silence of the grave!
Rain and water are signs of life and empty ponds need to be filled again. Last couplet bears a deep philosophy-pitter patter of rain is better than silence of drought, of death.
I lov the simplicity of this poet.... And the small pits into ponds turned Today the sun shone bright Far brighter than ever
Hmmm...simple indeed, ..the tumult of live is preferred to d silence of d grave, ..true
The simple verse is not that simple- -it isgreat! the concluding lines hold a great truth of life! KUDOS!
When it rains again the bright sun will play hide and seek and the sky will be reverberating with the tunes of the mighty clouds in clash..... Then will there be many more pits elevated to the state of ponds! But when will it rain again for all of us?
Sure the tumult of life is preferred, Far more to the silence of the grave! well penned
Pits turned into ponds, great metaphor for the tumult of life. Good one Valsa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:15:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
great lines, a culmination of a philosophy: Sure the tumult of life is preferred Far more to the silence of the grave! Effortless imagism you create with ease!