Heavy Rain- Taqi Ahmad

One twilight evening
I am sitting under the tree
At the end of the day the birds return
Go to your nest.
A procession of clouds in the sky
Enjoy the rain
The rains come, so run away
in my cave
From pocket to hand
I bought the fold of poetry
With moderate monsoon
Write poetry today.
Rhythms float tod
in monsoon water
The poets are out
In search of poetry.
The rhythm of the rain
The poet’s verse is full of words.
Heavy rain like
not stops today
Love is like rain
Falling in this city.