Rain
Black clouds spread all over,
Little droplets give sweet showers.
Lightning shows me the dark sky,
Thunder helps me to love the delight.
The touch of it heals all the pain inside,
Here i m, and here all my plight.
I feel I am out of the world, and time stands by,
Life is good, and so not better to die.
All inspite I walk through my way,
I wonder I could just, with the water, play;
This world belongs to me, and the people are mine;
All these drops too, and the stars that shine.
6 comments:
its really a very nice 1...
gud 1!!!!!
Lovely poem, very vivid description. I think you are missing word in the fifth line where you say, 'the touch of... heals'. Can you check on it?
the touch of it....done wid d error....
evn i love d rain........n dis poem has increased my love for it
aw...how sweet...! :-)
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