Monsoon in my heart
In my heart pouring the monsoon,
In my mind the flashing of lightning,
For you dear friend, for your arrival,
The western sky is deeply blue with rain
and thunder hailing to fall on my lawn,
for your presence My Love,
The smile of the Sun behind the cloud and
painty drizzle over the horizon bring me
the dozy delight,
With soft Murmurous voice the air passes
my ear telling the story of my childhood,
the love that shaped my heart,
the pain that made life beautiful,
the old days of golden light,
The bird was asleep with folded wings,
With your bright presence it looks
for heaven, to have an upward flight,
My mind is now soft with old pain,
Joyous with the joy of subtle bend of warmth,
the fleeting glory of eternal flame,
With your sudden appearance my mind embraces me
with manifold rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quintessential poetry- my ear telling the story of my childhood an enveloping thoughtful poem- paying tribute to " With your sudden appearance my mind embraces me with manifold rhythm" Sweet how he gives somebody else credit for simply showing……another's image induces him into poetry…..at least he claims so. Beautiful.
Very beautiful comment...really the comment becomes deeply meaningful.... thanks