[This is also a first of a series of poems. When today [17/07/09] I sent a poem to Premji and he asked - strange moods of rain.....how about this topic? prem...........]
Rains
Life is dry
Chennai's dry
Throat is dry
Eyes they burn
No rain, no rain
Again it fails
The soul is tired
I wait for Showers
Drizzles....
To bring flowers
And cooling breeze
To refresh the soul
On my lonely way
I wait for storms
To blow my gloom away
Wet and cold
To the bone
I want to be
Drenched in love
And take a plunge
Into the depths of poetry!
Rain gives us strange moods it's presence as well as it deficit creats moods up and high regards sandhya
The monsoon is little late this year. When the rains come, they will give new look to everything around you. Even your poetic muse will go up and high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
favourite music: rain over tin roof.............