The rain is pouring splish and splash.
Weeds are dancing hiss and hash.
Leaves are singing hu ha ho.
No children out, the fields in sorrow.
Ponds are talking tup tap tup.
Big boys are peeping out
From under the roof
Shivering in cold,
Desolate markets, nothing is sold.
This is the day when I rejoice
To the tunes of monsoon's voice.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
