Yonder, not much shows
Save rains lashing at windows,
And my mind there goes
Drenched to core in thoughts of her
Telling rains raining no more,
Rains, you're a spoiler.
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Musings |29.03.2020|
Topic: rains
I love rains, when I do not have to go out for a living. I too love to be drenched to the core, in fanciful thoughts. Being beside a beloved on a rainy day is a double bliss.
When I was a child, rain always amazed me especially the rythym that it creates. The strong downpour allowed me to imagine and dream wonderful things. Loved the rains lashing at windows... Amazing write with superb imagery. Onto my Poem List.
Yes indeed, rain is a magician, for the child perhaps more so, but even to an aging soul. When I was in Madras (24 years of my life) I loved its two monsoons. Of course in Ooty (a hill station, three months) where it would rain almost daily and sun would be hardly seen, it became a bit of a sore latter on. Thanks for this wonderful feedback.
Death procession Death hill the earth Tears is dried by shocked Now the rain with the pandemic Invites the death angel forevermore..! ! !
You are dear poet on a via line, where I had not intended to go. But your logic is faultless. Yes, there are times when rains are not welcome.
When the tears stop falling, but crying still undone When feeling is rushing but mind refuse the harm The rain is the same but the muse is the rain Spoiler is like this when my 10 words left....(undone)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unwritten Soul, A lovely quatrain and interesting no less, thanks