Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Rain's Song

by Janmejoy Gupta

One dozed off on the hanging porch,
Seeing off a merry migrant bird fly,
The eyes tailing her magenta wings,
Fading into the rim of the summer sky;
 
The nap snapped, when aromatic rains came,
The bird returned to coo a new song,
Burying drenched dreams of a distant life,
Once was decidedly deluded to long;
 
The heart’s novel tune – eerily aired,
For, yet again, who know, who,
Prying past vain-veils of faded faces,
Devoid of woes, and the rarest clue;
 
The song free of known rhyme and beat,
Seemed to pluck yet, at the heart’s harp,
Strings danced with the blessed bird’s glee,
One trembled for tug-waves tacitly sharp !
 

Added: 14.04.2011

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