Rain
On a rainy day rain falls
From the sky...
We use raincoats and umbrellas...
I play in the rain.
We see black clouds,
In the sky...
Sometimes we see a rainbow
In the sky.
This was the first poem of my life when I was in class 2. It was published in the newspaper 'The Assam Tribune'.
A simple poem it was... Just penned down what's in front of my eyes, enjoying the moment of a fine rainy day.
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TANGLES OF AGE
PoetryThe pages of this book cage the lines of some poems. Those yarns of lines get tangled with the turns of each page according to the passing age of the poet - "How our age snatch us towards the infinite concentric circles of our thoughts... How we get...
