An ode to Rain comes alive in a poet’s imagination. A short poem by SHAILAJA GANGULY
Rain is…
a saucy breeze flirting with my hair
Rain is…
the chirp of crickets tattooing the air
Rain is…
a heady sniff of aromatic earth
Rain is…
a soft snore, escaping Dadu’s girth
Rain is…
the fragrant hiss of parathas in ghee
Rain is…
the playground erupting, with a muddy ball
and glee
Rain is…
your special ringtone nudging fledgling emotion
and making little drops of silence
moisten a heart, in slow motion…
Shailaja Ganguly is a journalist, writer, voiceover artiste, anchor for classical music and dance by India’s best, and a fitness fiend who loves children, yoga and food. She is the recipient of the award for excellence in journalism from the Kanara Saraswat Union, and the Woman Icon of Navi Mumbai Award from the Smiles Foundation, an Economic Times prizewinning NGO. She lives in Mumbai.
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So beautiful!
Rain is…Rain is…Rain is…
a spillover of joy
permeating through every pore,
from heaven to earth
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just get soaked, enjoy the bath ?
So beautiful word game, describing one of His marvels in nature. Smooth and touchy,vivid as always from Shailaja.
Beautiful written! Every line comes alive so vividly to the minds eye .. you can feel the happiness in your heart and positivity turning into Smiles❤?