The Rain
The rain is coming
But they have gone
Leaving the things in a mess .
They returned
Mumbling in the scattering showers
On the crowded way.
Yet,the gates closed
From inside by a few reached earlier
Somewhere kept ajar.
There,they are waiting
For the darkness to set in.
The rain is coming
All are waiting for it
Like a crow pheasant
By the way,
They wish to keep the land,
The land,so dear !
March 27,2013
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2024
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