On the dazzling forehead of sky
no kiss of the clouds
Now it's the pregnancy of rainy season
tears of the black clouds
in the luscious lips of thunder
broken heart is swinging
on the torn net of the stars
no dream of life there is
but love now spreading the odor of the corpse
on the pyre of remembrance
flooded all over
inundated- grave of raining...........
04.08.2020 Chattogram
Excess of rain is equally bad. When clouds are not welcomed, Water is everywhere, rivers are flooded and instead of life giving it becomes life taking. An articulate poem on the subject. Nicely woven with the silken words.10++
no dream of life there is but love now spreading the odor of the corpse on the pyre of remembrance.................................... such brilliant the skill of uttering love in favor of life, really excellent. Just run. Thank you very much..... Pranab k c
Wet evening! ! ! ! Net unable to catch the rain! Let there be life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, this is the situation in Kerala too! Rain is pouring down incessantly and the rain water mixes with the tears of the people! Lands are inundated, many have lost their lives in landslide and torrential rain! A timely write, Mahtab!
A deeply poignant write. Sadness and deep pain have been painted wonderfully on the canvas of this marvelous poem.
MB of BD You are enjoying pregnancy of rainy season It is child of chills we are seeing Who made pregnant? Enormously done Anorexic thought you brought Now rain drops will make earth pregnant MB of BD made everywhere pregnancy.
This is glorious and profound write......thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words of rain drops.