It has been raining since morning,
The earth knows
I have been watching it
From the first drop.
Outside the window
There the leaves are drenching
I stretched my hands
A few drops of rain stopped my thinking;
I could listen eagerly
The music of Rabindra Sangeet,
Has the wind learned it
Or is the poet owed to nature?
A prolonged thought...
I'm still at the window
With diary's open pages
And the poem is far away
Probably she is getting wet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful feel of rainy season. Beautiful words. Wetty and messy but soothing from hot summer. Enjoy your rain.