August Tidings Poem by Usha Pisharody
August Tidings
the rain powdered down
like fine sand thru' fingers
and caught in my hair
like dew drops
in a spider's web;
(only it wasn't so pretty!)
my thoughts
like fairies, fathomless in flight
delighted the mood.
9 August, '83
Rim jhim gire sawan…machal, manchal jaye man…. Bhige aaaj is mausam mein lage aise yeh lagan… The prismatic emotions refracted through the rain drops, flying like fairies…, you have made the mood of august in mid may Very beautiful lies full of poetic beauty… Abha
There is a lovely fragility in this poem, as if your thoughts too are wistful. Again, your language and mood are perfectly matched. Fx
I liked this one, i could feel rain drops falling in front of me, excellent description, rain always a pleasing concept for poems, well done
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:35:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
an august poem...provides interesting reading...