The City of Rain

Owl hoots at midnight.

Sun ray has just entered into its calculated ambit.

Today's twilight glow; combination of some consolations;

like the fragile cobweb, an illusive hope!

The noisy city is still asleep.

Clouds gather slowly over invincible dreams.

Eyes are wide opened, hearing the sudden rain stream.

No chance of staying inside own mythical orbit.

And the mysterious city is waiting to be met.

The reflection of cloudy sky in the rain water scattered across the street.

I found some scarlet candles, are needed to be lit.

Works are done at dusk.

Returned to the old soul.

Still it's drizzling, made me remember about the innocent pole.

With my hair opened; penetrated by the rain sheets.

Bamboo leaves are rustling, kiss at my window feet.

 

I often get sunk in the sound of plaintive dove.

I wonder! How my agonies are defeated by its mournful love!

Today there's no undefined ache.

A lot of gain.

Because, contentment is here, in this city of rain!

The writer is a student of Microbiology in BRAC University.