BEFORE THE RAIN… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

 
Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
 
 
BEFORE THE RAIN…
 
She came and sat by my side
The night was still and midnight owl hooted
 
She had a violin in her hands
Playing a tune of the crescent moon
 
The sky is overcast, maybe thunder cloud
Maybe it will rain
 
My dreams became alive with its melodies
Was it a cursed sleep?
 
My heart aches, my prayers not granted
A sandcastle ruined by the wind
 
Wake up, the voice said
The storm has come, thousands of drums sounded
 
The thunder roars in the summer sky…
 
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, April,2021

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