The First-rainfall Of The Year
G Poukhinlung *
A bunch of Roses sent to a recipient;
It went through a lot of pain.
My life were lain
Thinking, love will gain.
Alas!! Hope, it's the wrong recipient.
Once; on the evening upstairs
The First-rainfall of the year
Believed, thou art my destiny
Until my tears is feared,
Feared of falling again and again.
I can still feel the sounds of that vary rain,
That evening breezes,
That happiness my heart beats,
Those hope, for my half jolly life.
I wish: the First-rainfall had never occurred.
O! The First- rainfall's noise
Still feel my voice;
On my bed, facing the window
With the phone on my hand.
When will this aching ends???
* Poem written by G Poukhinlung (Keishamthong Kabui Colony, Imphal) who can be contacted at olwaysclassic(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on May 09 2013.
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