Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,265 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A Brief Rain - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

A short sweet rain
Washed clean the sky
In the emerging moon's lust
Glowed the splendent dust.
The earth begged for a drop
Said the soil "it was my call"
Their joy would not stop
The leaves drank them all.
The rain was without might
Feeble its spell was brief
Yet it revived a summer night
As life's succour and relief.


Comments about A Brief Rain by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Gold Star - 10,072 Points Heather Wilkins (9/13/2013 8:29:00 AM)

    nice write the leaves drank them all the rain was without might. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 121 Points Sj Holland (7/31/2013 11:41:00 AM)

    My favorite lines: ...The rain was without might
    Feeble its spell was brief
    Yet it revived a summer night...

    It can be likened to how we feel about ourselves sometimes. We think the little that we have is not worth giving, but to someone it can be...As life's succour and relief. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 30, 2012


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