An Ode To Rain

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AN ODE TO RAIN




Just boarded the train,
After walking all the way in rain;
With the train's ignorance telling me,
"It's really bad, if you get wet above knee";
But I know I was almost drenched, still
I realized we are our own universe,
I felt, it was me, thanking myself for a good day,
While others were swearing it, as I say;
From just the petrichor to flooding the drains,
The divine tune was audible from the trains;
With every rock, the train went dancing,
From station to station, listening to rain sing;
It's a gentle reminder to break the routine.
Its mandatory to experience it while you're a teen;
Without it, world's nothing but a trash bin,
And frankly, pausing life has never been a sin.
                               

                    -Arun Krishna G

Comments

  1. Unknown14 August 2018 at 10:17

    Its osm daa...its a big deal to convert reality into poem...great job done❤️
    Aizaz...

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  2. Unknown14 August 2018 at 18:23

    It's awesome da

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