In Shravan Mood Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

IN SHRAVAN MOOD

Pravat Kumar Mandal

Shravan always wet
I'm lost in anguish
In the songs of melt
I find joy and peace
Please let me rejoice.

In the morning rain
Mind filled with sadness
Mizzling nonchalant
Source of moroseness
Grouch and gloominess.

In the midst of noon
Eyes feel lethargy
Evening comes down
A blind, with energy
Singing in crazy.

Shravan clouds attack,
The sky becomes dark.
In the shaky shacks
People fear havoc
For the coming dark.

Patter natter sound
Features in this time
Music all-around
But the gust, the prime
Weakens my poem's rhyme.

In this period
Rivers overflow
Boats are wayward
My mind and heart flow
With the rainy glow.

In the rainy days
Patches here and there
Cover the sun rays
Howling and capture,
Random their nature.

Shravan is in bore
The garden downcast
I'm at the closed door
The wind knocks hard
Despair and depressed.

Falling rain non-stop
I love to chitchat.
Let us storm in cup
With stupid debates
With Shravan's pat-pat.

13/08/2020