THE DROPPING RAIN~by Jahangir Alam Rustom

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THE DROPPING RAIN

Wow! By the rumbling sound
Of the ever dropping rain,
When I sat on a decorated chair
By forgetting every sorrow and pain.

Dashing of wind I was listening,
As hundreds of songs and gossips
The sound was bearing.
Was there any hidden speech
In the euphoric sound?
Of every dropping jingle
That I perceived and found.

Was the murmuring voice
Of an unknown stunning girl?
With the drenched and disheveled hair
Was she blonde or curl?
Was she singing with a musical instrument?
In a melancholy mood when I felt.

In a silent moment outside the room
Was someone dancing?
Through the opening window
That I was watching.
Still! A strange girl was dancing
To keep pace with the singing.

What a spectacular scenery!
Incessant! The dropping rain;
Though the girl was strange
She relieved my grief and pain.

POET JAHANGIR ALAM RUSTOM
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