I hear painful sighs of the rain
That falls on my roof in silent nights.
Whispering in tears tales of plights
Sinks down in my veins flooding grief
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Melancholy of the nightingale's solo Blended with the tune of pouring rain Echoes through the wilderness of night And builds a nest atop my solitude Brilliant poem with fabulous imagery..........10
Thank you very much Geeta Menon for the delightful comments and for the high rating
Another brilliant poem of the season, and I agree with your Poet's Note.
Thank you very much sir for the elating comments. To understand the pain of others is pains taking
A deeply poignant write beautifully crafted and well executed. A heart in deep pain can recognize the sufferings and plights of others. A great poem with compelling imagery as always.
Thank you very much dear RMJ for thye delightful comments. Only a heart that has suffered pain can recognise the pain of others and to recognise it is the real pain
The times are bad and our hearts often sink to a state of melancholy. When it is night and when it rains, the sound of the pattering rain further darkens our melancholic spirit. Only those who have known grief will be able to fathom the depth of others' grief. A poignant write....
Thank you very much for the elating comments. There is a sorrowfyl mood in the poring rain. When we try to sleep in the dark, rainy nights we are taken to the melencholic sound barring sleep and floating memories of grief alone
Thank you very much dear poet. There is beauty even in sorrow
Thank you very much dear poet Kostas Lagos.We have seen that outstanding poems have been created by great poets in their solitude. What you have pointed out is thus correct
Normally when it rains people enjoy but as you said when you are in pain the heart see it differently. It appears as if the rain is nothing but fall of tears from the eyes. A thoughtful poem 10+++
Thank you dear poet for the comments. When anybody is in a melancholy mood he can see only sorrow in whatever he sees, hears and feels.
Thank you very much dear poet Mohammed Asim. The Monsoon clouds clouds darken the sky and all below it and when everything goes gloomy our heart will also go gloomy precipitating solitude and pain.Great poet Kalidasa was made moody by the clouds.
Melancholy of the nightingale's solo Blended with the tune of pouring rain.... If the heart is full of pain It never can feel sane It shed tears as rain And die inside mane.....
Thank you Mahtab. Yes. if the heart is full of pain....
Thank you very much dear Mahtab. Solitude is painful, any effort to overcome it also is painful and at last when we realise the futility it also is painful
nest atop the poets solitude wow