Poem: The wanderers of the sky and their cry of melancholy. BY V.N.Giritharan

While lying in bed,
the sounds of the rainy night,
the view of the gloomy sky,
touch my heart deep
inside.

It has been raining
cats and dogs since
dawn.

Rain.
The tears of the refugees,
The tears of the stateless wanderers
of the sky,
The clouds.

As usual,
while lying in bed,
the sounds of the
rainy night,
the view of the
gloomy sky
touch my heart
deep inside.

Cry of melancholy.
The wanderers’ cry of melancholy.
Cry of Anguish.
The wanderers’ cry of anguish.
They cry for the land they
Lost.

It’s thundering
outside.
There’s lightening
outside.
It’s raining
outside.

Frogs croak
from the fields
near by.

The diffused sounds
of nature
reach my ears.

A thunderous night.
A flash of light

The thunder follows
the light.

The darkness follows
the brightness.

Brightness triumphs darkness.

A flash of light;
A ray of hope.

 

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