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The Rainy Season — Continues
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English Poetry, Sep 2010 Contest |
Scorching heat of the sun
darkened and dried my skin
Which kind of oil to soften
to be applied on my skin?
Has nature did construe my melancholy?
I assume so, coz, soon the sky
got darkened with heavy black clouds
as if they may fall on the ground or hills?
A streak of thought flashes on mind
instilling the desire to revive childhood
to run in rain, wetting the clothes
adhering to my body and hair locks.
Soon could I hear the drum beating
to give rhythm to the music of drizzling,
that continues to become incessant rain
and replaces by quick steps of rain to quell disdain.
My heart valves
play the strings
of violin along
with the rain song.
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Lovely Poem…..Congrats
Lovely poem of its own style conveying unique feelings
to ponder a while inciting your own feelings about the rains & its season.
Liked the poem very much.
commends
good poem indeed.
very nice
@rajivsrivastava, Aithani, Vishvji & Nithin;
Thank you very much for your kind comments.
nice one ma’am
@rajdeep;
Thank you for readig
and commenting.
That’s a beautiful one, Medhini.
@parminder;
Thank you so much.