“Drip, drip, drip… the rain falls
The river floods the sides
Lord Shiva is getting married
Given the three brides”
My mother sang in Bengali
Whenever there was a friendly rain
that did not scare her
to bring bad memories
The downpours excite me
As though a call from the heavens
They cool down and drench the dry
Work like the life blood
of the seedlings just sown
Oh water of rain you shower
Like the Grace
even unto the humble
The drip-drops calm me down
Like the touch of my mother’s hands
All the fire and half-ashes
of the anxious and beaten-up heart
extinguish with a lovely hum
Oh water of rain you shower
Like the Grace
even unto the restless
“Drip, drip, drip… the rain falls
The river floods the sides
Lord Shiva is getting married
Given the three brides”
My mother sang in the shadowy evenings
Whenever hope and love lit up her face
In the evenings with friendly rains
You are handling the natural subjects like fire, rain etc. in a wonderful manner. Thanks for inviting me to your page
Beautiful poem, Bhaswat. It reminded me my village and childhood memories and I became a bit nostalgic. Thanks for sharing this lyrical write..........10/10. Regards Naseer
lovely rain bring relief to every one beautiful theme.....10
Yes, I grew up in Calcutta hearing that poem you mentioned in para one! -Raj Nandy
I love the theme of this poem... you could say it flows like water.
A melodious, diaphanous poem like a fine warm rain. 10.
what a lovely poem, so musical, like a gentle rain, I can almost hear your mother singing...!
This poem, as mentioned before by Rory, sounds like a song/lyric. Although that fact, it's another brilliant work of art. The flow is pleasant.: D Thanks, Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem reads rather like a song, it's very melodious and attractive indeed.