 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 17:52:53 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 139645
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => RAIN ... THE FORCE OF DESTRUCTION !
[time] => 2008-01-07 17:44:18
[hometext] => I saw this form of rain while I was in Darjeeling ( an indian hill staion )...it was so beautiful that it stirred my imagination ....
[bodytext] => I clutched my bag closer Hurrying my footsteps homewards ( as if I had commited a crime ) My plaits had become loose , my laces were untied But who cared...as long as I reached home in time.... I jogged along the mountain road All around people knew what was in store Women were pulling clothes off the lines While their men gathered sheeps... ....and hearded them inside the stable door I looked at the sky ( all dark and silent ) The black blanket of clouds had wrappped up the sun The lights had dimmed , the wind was quiet It was the lull before the storm And as I stepped in my porch All hell broke loose over our small town It was as if the sky had been ripped apart And the water of Ganges was pouring down ( Ganges is a holy Indian river which makes it's way through heaven ) The clouds were like an army over our hills They thundered , they roared , the bellowed They came down ruthlessly over our tin roofs They eroded away our muddy twisting roads It seemed as though the hills themselves would crumble The way rain came down ...fast , furious and commanding We could hear the animals bellowing and babies crying But nature paid no atention...it was insistent ...it was demanding. Our little river swelled up It's water overflowing it's ghat (ghat is the hindi word for "shore" ) It moved like a wild dragon , angry and possessed Destroying everything that crossed her path It pulled down trees , washed away houses Caried away men and animals in it's arm The rain was her master , encouraging her To wash away all that had caused the mountain harm And finally afte five days of rage and destruction The tempest subsided , the river slowed down We knew not whether to praise or fear... The naked force of nature that had blessed out little town...... ...........blessed our little town [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 27 [informant] => akshay [notes] => ....edited for spelling as requested...Mod_6...07-01-08 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com