Let rain bring back the rhyme <br />from beyond mythical hills: <br />dry stony earth, this page, <br />cracks of my mind full- <br />ancient earth, like my dubious poem <br />losing scents over time, <br />the arid wind-rush sweeps down <br />even dusty thoughts- <br />in the wailful corner <br />words are chained prisoners- <br /> <br />I felt, pretty swollen clouds <br />with grey feet once swooped down <br />over this great banyan tree, <br />innocent green was disturbed <br />with blue awefulness around- <br />one bemused, silent, dim world <br />not dull, not dull by any means, <br />almost rife for an esoteric feel- <br /> <br />one day wet hours sprang here <br />upon my breast as the earth <br />waited unmoved in the bare rain <br />for the first violation- <br />upon her green corridors of life <br />embracing rain love- brought <br />blushful promiscuity: <br />under hedgy leaves' shades <br />secret sport of hues and smell <br />blooming another life- <br />I had no childish jingle upon lips- <br />rain's stealthy kiss washes me nude <br />turning me a rhyme of desire: <br /> <br />those trembling rains do not come, <br />donot come over my pen, <br />yet I am drowned in hope, <br />over this sodden earth <br />the rhyme in my vision <br />dancing back happily again...<br /><br />Rites Ghosh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-and-the-rhyme-of-my-mind/
