Rain on my dreams, Monsoon <br />black clouds... <br />rain on my ornamental feathers <br />shower on my pure earth <br />on my pleasant dawns, <br />my passionate oceans, mountains <br />deep meadows and all over my <br />marigolds, campanulas <br />on days petals chisel like <br />black stone, carve a deity <br />for me to worship <br />while you play cancans, I sit in <br />my chamber and play mandolin <br />give me plectrums to pluck strings <br />from your drizzle source <br />my song birds, clouds <br />you chased out, I nest <br />them in my heart’s comfort <br />faded sun rays I fill in cauldrons <br />to subside your hunger <br />rain, terrorize black clouds <br />and shower all over me <br />I like your melancholic rhythm <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Rema Prasanna <br />July 31,2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monsoon-4/
