Old Woman Named Rain
Water falls on a silent river
Makes the water shake and shiver
Soon will come the wet, yet warm rain
I see her as an old woman
Walking with her walking cane
Baking for her Grandchildren
With a happy-warm face
I see her as an old woman
Who isn't worried counting her days
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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