The Rainmaker
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Roll a mountain towards you,
precipitate from the vain clouds,
shift your office in a swing,
and then escape.
Let your desire grow,
find the desert in you
that has seen no rain,
precipitate from the vain clouds
and examine the failures
before a mirror in pitch dark.
Copyright©2007, Debashish Haar, All rights reserved
i enjoyed reading your work again, Debs ...
Aberjhani
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Your use of nature, and human characteristics, always evolve into thought provoking moments. For me this one is one that needs to shift from the material set into a more spiritual look within self.
Good to see you posting.
Peace,
Josie