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The Rain Song
Hmmm its long since I have posted here and quite sometime since it is pouring non stop in Kolkata...So, a great time for feisty chai, bhajia, pasta soups and poetries? Until I come to terms with various scribblings in my mind, here's a poem that I have written some years ago, while in school I guess....
In July when it rains
leaning aside my window pane
Tin pan alley of pearl drop
some sizzling over my head
some dropped down my cheeks
And some felt on lips
Field beyond the paddy crop
drenched in water, immersed and soak
Rain flouirshes up to knees
its so splendid, to be ceased
Drizzling gets as long
Merrily i could sing
my rain song
Pearls still pouring up my head
lonely sight but not sad
Cloud bursts and ether cries
Vibgyor splendours over the endless skies
Pools of water on garden n' road
Wading ducklings, happy toads
Spread of greenary all over
Fumes of soil lingers the soul
Earth finds heart; Zephyr wraps in
a fragrance of whole
and a mud pottery brown cover
Tunes of monsoon; rhythem of leaves
tintinabulation of the roof top
tidal din of seven seas
fluttering butterflies & bees
And Merry humes of dover
Season of drench last for four
speel bound the dusky hour
Joy of lives; fun of rain
ungratified thirst & departing pain
Season of clouds come again
For Augustic winter likes to unfold
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PS: excuse if you find the writing a bt outdated. It surely is :)
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It's beautiful. I almost expected a raindrop to fall on me from somewhere, while reading it.
ReplyDeleteHas a very soft and alluring kinda feel to it.
Cheers
Very nice...only that its Aug
ReplyDeleteNice poem!!
...n tell u its really irritating this rain!!! Wonder when will it stop!!
Beautiful!
ReplyDelete"Season of drench last for four
speel bound the dusky hour
Joy of lives; fun of rain
ungratified thirst & departing pain"
Beautiful poem!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd bhajia, pasta soups, coffee are the ultimate offering during rains!!!
In July when it rains
ReplyDeleteleaning aside my window pane
Tin pan alley of pearl drop
some sizzling over my head
some dropped down my cheeks
And some felt on lips....
u trying to seduce kya...lols..
anyways
a very good poem...
ekdum to the mausam outside...
tea and bhajia jindabad...
u know its only we indians who enjoy rains like this...lol...
anyways
a post finally after such a long gap...chalo better late than never...good one...
keep them coming
tke cre
b well..
Yogesh
ygoel.com
Awwwwwwwwwwn. This was awesome
ReplyDeleteSuperb poem.It just happens,as I am reading your post,it is raining in Delhi.
ReplyDelete@ Bondgalz!
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton buddy! I am glad that you liked it:)
@ Nazish
ReplyDeleteHey its september and not even August :)
The rain was almost stopped this evening...dunno if it revisits in night or morning tomo..
@ Solilo
Thanks and welcome to my blog. keep visiting:)
@ Smita
Yeah I actually had pasta soup last night and must say it was yummmm!
@ Yogesh
Do I, ahem really need to seduce? Ahem no!
@ Zeba
Thanks dear:)
@ BKCji
Thank you. I am glad that you liked it!
Nice poem. Reminds of B. J. Thomas' song "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head".
ReplyDeletesend some rain to bombay! need it here :-)
ReplyDeletePoem was very nice!
@ SG
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton that was a wonderful compliment:)
@eye-in-sty
Sure sure...rain rain go to bombay- little eye in sty wants to play..
Amazing...Vivid and colorful... I felt as if I am standing in a garden near the tin roof where water is falling pitter-patter:)
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