Rain Bears No Result
On a rainy night,
came to my haunt
Liberty of scent,
laded my nest
Autumn season at its best
Rain on glass, hit after hit
Flower in the pot of my heart,
dreamt of a hatchet
To myself I thought:
“This love yield will not
Dry is soil of your heart
By and by root will not sprout
Rain bears no result”
Footnote: original poem by “nahidi”
