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ON THE SLY
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English Poetry |
I hear the rain,pitter-patter on the window pane ,
I try to count the raps one by one, in vain ,
Like the years that sped by on the sly ,
leaving distance between us , by and by .
Once ,caught in a forbidden frenzy ,
in an attic of old books, old clothes and old emotions ,
Love and lust wrapped a mantle around us .
Rain pattered then furiously
muffling moans of controlled ecstasy.
Yet again , I hear the rain pitter patter on the window pane,
Myriad memories to strain and several others to sustain .
Sarala,
very good.
“I hear the rain,pitter-patter on the window pane ,
I try to count the raps one by one, in vain ,” – for me there is always something about rain on windows – it calls for attention, musically. It prompts both memory and thought beyond what we try to count or comprehend as time,
Loved the last couplet
Fergus
@Gion Gion,
Sarala,
Glad to see your take off into another mood, prompted by the Rain.
Kusum
Hi Kusum ,
Your rain made you sad . I dug this one out to lighten the mood . It appeared in our Embers a while ago.
Sarala
A befitting poem to make waves
in the heart during rainy season, Sarala.
@medhini,
Hi
Thanks for that kind appreciation
sarala
@SARALA KURUP JAGAN,
Reminds me of the song – Give me some sunshine, give me some rain…….
Kusum