Sunday, 16 July 2017


Rain is unique,
Unique than other season,
Poets and writers see it in a different vision,
for every man it’s definition changes,
According to their perception,
We love rain,
Yet,we curse rain,
It carries likes, bears dislikes
we pray for it ,if summer is lengthy,
But when the Rain started its sincere duty,
Our dry meadows become green,and,
Our river exceeds its width and length,
We curse the rain,
Oh! no more please…
Rain comes ,
Along with thunder ,light, and mesmerising rainbow,
Fills our dry mouth,
,Enhances colours of our landmass,
Wipes the dirt,
Excess rain water makes our live worse.
Oh!rain,we love you and hate you,
For your versatile role.

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