Rain has come, long awaited rain, in the arable hamlets
Beside the Padma and the Meghna. Rain has come by the east wind.
The burnt sky and the fileds have been covered with dark shades.
Lightning, the beautiful fairy, has boarded the clouds.
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Along with the thirsty forest, the thirsty mind wakes up And wants to pass the long way and the uneven desolate field Where the forgotten days are lying lonely, detached from all; Beautifully described. Great poem. Nicely penned. 10++ for it. Subhas
True to say, none but the poets understand the real message of a poem. Thank you very much for your nice comment, dear poet.