The rain's relentless note
This music inside me and out,
Of torrents beating the ground
Carrying me wide and far,
I sit close to the window
Bury myself in thinking,
Nothing to do now
I gaze and wonder how
I shall pass the time of life's evening.
Following my own bent
Dream story after story
(Dream of small lives,
Humble distress,
Of the thousands of years streaming daily,
No theory or philosophy,
No story quite resolves
Not ending at the end,
But leaving my heart uneasy,
All the world's unnumbered
Stories never completed,
Buds unripely torn-
Dust of fame unsung,
The love, the terror, the wrong,
Of thousands of lives unknown.
From all the world around me
They seem to fall unceasingly
Like floods of this summer rain.
Momentary smiles and tears
Pouring through the years,
The sound goes on and on
Each lost and forgotten moment
Whirls in a dancing torrent of rain,
Or may I gather from it
The cloud's of my life's monsoon.
And make them rain down
What else would be gone for ever
I totally loved your poem and i feel that its impact on me was invincible..... there are thousands of stories out there, incomplete with no one to even listen or support it...... please do keep writing. Good job!
the essence of your expressionate citings,
is the glory of the untold....
the untold which is strongly felt by the soul
yet,
which is expressed by none
do keep enlightening us !!!!!!!