When The Rain Started Drizzling Into His Story… Poem by Riyas Qurana

When walking on the plain of grass
Passing beyond the hilltop,
The rain started to drizzle over the tree
That stands only in his story.
No sooner reached the point
Than the rain started to leak down the leaves
And the grass cropped up
From the point the tree stood.
The birds hidden into the clouds
Coming out to sing sitting on the tree.
Singing voice of the birds reach the ear
Little by little.
In a fraction of second, they might come
And how to make a tree grown up
With the seed planted.

Floating in the air
I become the tree stretching my hands as branches
And legs going down beneath
The birds come to sit upon me
Flapping their wings and singing.
She came with the birds looking for me.
Each word of her song comes out struggling
And weeping

If you turn the pages of his book
You would see his lover roaming about
All over the story.