Come, Ye fierce rain, with thy strong blow.
Break, all the girdles that stop you grow.
With your thunder and lightning,
Brighten thy way to the dark dry earth,
What every single drops, startle
Her brest, .. Oh, there, little twig ,
Struggling to stand on her own;
With your cool touch give her hope.
There stands old big banyan, bend
On his age and countless branches,
Let him have some peace, and
Soak his dry clothes
Little streams ran,
Through alleys and mud paths,
Childrens sail their paper boats,
They dance, they sing and claps
In your grace.
Rain, oh rain, you
Sooth my Burning heart,
You oh nature's bless make
Saplings of my desires grow
As now sun rises o'er morning dew.
YOU ARE READING
My heart's content
Puisia short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
