Here come now
the teeming clouds of saawan season
for weary, dry and thirsty soil
bring the message
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Stupendous poem with double meaning. The destructive and the constructive powers are polar opposites, but they govern us.We always pray for the benevolent form.Lovely Ma'am.
Wonderful write.i got late to read this nice.inspiring and alarming at same time!
Wonderful write.i got late to read this nice.inspiring and alarming at same time!
Wonderful write.i got late to read this nice.inspiring and alarming at same time!
Let the cloud dance in this season, with light filtered above the gray shades, may all calm in nostalgic frames_Unwritten Soul
' May He save us from destruction of teeming clouds of Saawan season...'! ! ! ! Beautiful poem! ! ! !
monsoons in our part of the world are just like that....the good the bad and the ugly..... with music to go with it.....yep the Enrico Morricone variety whistle and all... :) a love hate relationship.....a necessary evil if i may....cant live with or without you.... i am so remembering the awesome no by U-2 (with or without you) lovely rendering of monsoons.......any Pakistani lady reading would be constrained to go out running to collect her laundry before it gets a drubbing... :) blessings
what nice to read Saawan in ur language and in our too. great write.it is treated as holy month. this month comes to quench the thirst of all creatures. xlent write. I too have composed a poem long back in regional language n i m trying to find it out to post it. it is something romantic. the rim-jhim fuhar of Sawan is indeed pleasant some.
Woooooooosh! This moves along like a springfall into a river-bed...Like the storyline..It speaks of absolute serenity through the astute and well placed employment of replendent pictorial language...Very Nicely Done, young lady! ~FjR~
This is a thoughtful and beautiful poem, liked it very much