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Raghav Ravichandran Poem
The clouds above become gloomy and dark,
We both look up with a twinkle in our eye,
The earth below sends a mesmerizing sign,
As the little raindrop comes down to be mine.
The poet in me whispers with joy,
For no moment inspires him ever more,
Than watching those raindrops touch and grace,
The lashes of that beautiful face.
Will there ever be a happier moment,
Will there ever be a sweeter memory,
Will I ever see a prettier thing again,
As I look at you - dancing in the rain.
The raindrops seem prettier on your face,
You shrug them off and play with them,
A mere spectator, I resign to be,
For there is so much joy in simply watching thee.
There is a little rhyme in your smile,
There is a little rhythm in your dance,
Amidst the colors, raindrops and hue,
It seemed god wrote a little poetry in you.
Wisps of sunlight make their way through the trees,
And fall squarely on your dancing cheeks,
The clouds clear up, completing their errand,
And you walk up to me to hold my hand,
Ah! I will never forget this little rain,
The beauty I saw or the joy I gained,
Perhaps, it was just a sign from above,
To tell me I was deeply in love..
Copyright © Raghav Ravichandran | Year Posted 2014
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Raghav Ravichandran Poem
She had a wry little smile,
Curling amidst her petite lip,
She looked up to the heavens above,
Closing her eyes, letting a tear drip.
Life isn’t a bed of roses, they said.
Why? She could never understand.
Even as they suffered, even as they bled,
It was n't hard for her to withstand.
Men were animals, she was told,
Lurking to pounce at the slightest chance,
Yet she was happy, yet she was bold,
Refusing to wake up from her trance.
She loved everyone truly like her own,
She spread happiness to everyone around,
Did she deserve her life to be blown?
Did she deserve to be pinned to the ground?
Is trusting too bad a thing?
Has conscience lost its true meaning?
Is the world too bad a place?
Is this life too hard to face?
She yelled out loud, in fury and fear,
As they silenced her with a thundering blow,
In her teary eyes, she watched it clear,
The sight of humanity stooping so low.
Bad things happen to the best of people, they said.
Why? She could never understand.
And as she suffered, as she bled,
It was indeed hard to withstand.
Copyright © Raghav Ravichandran | Year Posted 2014
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