From early evening's crimson red,
Dark clouds had begun to invade
Along whole of sunset arch
And soon it was all dark.
As is in monsoon its norm,
A bit of a windstorm
Slowly on a rise,
Lightning that flashed blinded eyes.
And as the rain began to fall,
As we heard peacock's call,
A tremor of romance was felt
Deep within, that had to be dealt.
It was not that I'd not her seen
Scantily clad, or wearing lean,
Still, her silhouette when I saw,
In fraction of a moment that had been,
A crack of lightning as let me see the whole scene,
Ah that remains with me with all its awe.
Beauty is not as much in what is seen
As it is in a fertile mind's within!
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Reminiscing |15.04.2020|
Topic: remember, romance, monsoon, beauty
Every word is magical. Each line is terrific. Well crafted composition.....10++++
Thanks, your feedback is uplifting, but such is the monsoon magic.
Monsoon and its norm from early evening's crimson red dark cloud speak about the perceptional beauty and poetic mind is brilliantly motivated to pen this interesting and amazing poem. Sometimes beauty we cannot express in word. This poem is interestingly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is superb.......thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.
A bit romantic, not my forte but it seems it has come out fine enough. Thanks