Friday, 15 July 2016

Rain


Wet me rain,
Pain me,
Drain me.
Cast the spell of cold wind.

Let my drizzle fill your pot,

Let you miss the shot,

The missing brook will cry ,

For the green ,

The flower will bloom beauteously ,

The blue sky will change its colour,

Crimson red with sparkling moon,,

The bud will bloom to fragrant red,

The rain will cast magic in absence break,

The butterfly will fly in flower bed,

Let my lips quiver to pen,

The power of rain is more in summer break.



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