Rain is knocking at my door
With a thousand hands,
In the hands of the rowdy winds
Braches are wriggling in the streets-
From what distance the rain has come
Carrying what messages for me;
I cannot hear across the tumult of
Wars of armies of frogs in the mud-
The rain left
On the chariots of clouds
With a plough on the shoulders
Sun is ascending to the peaks of hills
To the clouds that distributed gifts of water
The whole world of created things
Is paying homage-
The little seed in the earth
Projected her neck and
With the first two shoots of green leaves
Folded like hands
expressed gratefulness -
- Seshendra Sharma
http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
Rain
Seshendra Sharma
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Poem topics: green, sun, water, world, earth, hear, door, distance, rain, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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