Rain fall in the canals and ditches
Peacock dances with floating wings,
Myna becomes wet in the tree
Rain falls with melodious sound.
The sky becomes black with clouds
Wind speed increases,
Cloud clashes and flashes
Watering sound becomes more loud.
In this full rain
Who wants to go outside,
I see the rain sitting in the porch
And write poetry about rain.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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- Category: Nature
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one of the most peaceful this is the sound of water. I love how you captured that in a poem.
Much appreciated. Many thanks!
Brilliant!
(every time it rains, at night
I grab something warm to drink
run to the upstairs
open our window
look out to our street light
and watch the dancing lights
of raindrops, illuminated
falling at an angle
and bombarding
our manmade creations, knowing
when we all pass, eventually
this will be what devastates
all our bricked and pavemented
achievements
into
Nature's, sands of our finite
inevitability
and in that solemn
realisation, exists
some form of acceptance
that affords me a gifted moment
of cherished, serenity
and smiling, I sip
and try to ignore
everyone talking
doing, working, living
all around me..
this stolen moment, I gift myself
guiltless
for my very existence, insures
I deserve it!)
*also works with snowfalls*
lol
Exceptionally written! Many thanks.
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