Rubaiyat for You


The rain keeps dripping down from the low roof—

It saddens you and makes you more aloof.

You are in the cafe, drinking your pain,

And still you say you’re all right—where's the proof?


The muddy puddles look like castaways—

They carry memories of bygone days.

You say you've buried your past and your pain,

Look with your heart—your mortal joy decays.


You starved for money and fame, and got deranged—

Restless as you were you got more estranged.

Your food tasted sour, and bitter your wine,

Wealth made you poorer and left you unchanged.


Forget the days you drank and smoked and lived

Your gypsy life when you first had arrived

In this city full of strangers and thugs—

It's been three years, you're breathing, you survived.


The rain keeps falling down from the low eaves—

Your heart still aches, and oftentimes it grieves

For the life you've lost and the life you'll lose;

Like waves on a rough sea, the present heaves.

Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-10-10 at 14:07

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I couldn't agree more with Thomas on this poem. Following the classic form, you take us through the mournful rain and the broken hearts in a perfect poem that puts us there watching, seeing and feeling what you write. Love it!

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I commend your tireless exploration of the classical forms! And this poem is a moving and beautiful lyric --- I especially cherish the muddy puddles as castaways, and several other fine touches. Bravo!