Even in the monsoon’s reign,
the banks of my dream’s river
lie parched and fading,
as I wait—just for you.
Will you gift me a single note,
a melody soft and true,
so this river of peace may glide,
unbroken, to the distant sea’s embrace?
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments2
It is so difficult to find original metaphors. Although storms and rivers are so common the use of monsoon in combination with parched banks on river of dreams and then introduce music is quite unexpected and glorious. Most lovely and a fave
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