For A Shower Of Rain
Dr. Ranjit Dutta
Once you said--
This is the first
Rain of monsoon
Let us both
Get wet together.
Moonlight dribbles
In dreamland
Let us play
with moondrops
With silvery shoes.
You said once too-
Open the closed door
Let a spring breez
Enter to the room.
The silvery tamarisks
Are dancing marily,
Let us go quietly
Beyond the horizon.
What a time it was !
A crazy time
Of my golden youth!
A time
Much earlier of my
House arrest days
In a hush island.
Staying far distant
In sullen moments,
I feel your warm touch
On my forehead,
And waiting eagerly
Even today
For a shower of
Monsoon rain.
Categories:
tamarisks, 7th grade,
Form: Verse
The fairies of chaitra
lie on the un–wrinkled bed
with their backside up
in the hearsay of the air
once the woods of tamarisks
once the hill of paraffin
it appears there is no interruption
to this circus
the toy-telephones
hang from the cloud to cloud
from that carnival
take birth many kanthali-champa
the surgeon comes calmly
to the secret of darning
all localities are totally maddened
by the flow tide of the exudation
observing all those happenings
the half-broken wave
does awake on the sofa-set
Categories:
tamarisks, fantasy
Form: Prose Poetry