When Rain Begins

Curtain of brown dusk Could not hide your pleasant silhouette From my sight. Memories of a day Being shared between evening clouds. A moment still hanging- With a last wish of a spring leaf. Wild wind playing flute As stuck up in a drey. Gloaming listens drifting bird’s swan-song, ‘ecstasy of living is joy enough.’ Then… Abyss within Rain composes a rondeau ‘I enliven grey soil.’ A poem by goutam hazra