Black clouds throws coal In an yellowish evening... Then comes the wind... as an enchanter.. black folios dance with the rhythm of its movement... Oh rain.... dry April is waiting for u... your drops are the sighs Of barren earth. Smell of love is in the air.. You dance in the wind.. When u go, Trees shed their tears ... life began to sprout some where... And leave away the waiting... waiting for ur arrival...
Dear Aami, Your poem makes me wishing that I were in Bangalore and dance to the April Rains. When I was in Melbourne, when the much needed rains came to nearby town, people danced in the streets. Keep writing nice poems like this one. Regards, TDU
hello aami tiny droplets of rain by aami sure welcomes the rain and all of us to visit when it is raining the peeping shoots on trees the new blossoms the wet chirping birds the smell of wet earth a welcome to dear dear rain like the amirdhavarshini raga.... sathya
sathya u have added very beautyfull pendent to my poem by writing like this...i m so happy that u got the feeling ...and enjoyed it... aami:yes: :tongue