Drops of rain falling down, Create a lovely melody. The orchestra is set, and Poetry is born. The cool breeze against my face, I relax
THE RAIN The rains graces the trees The patridge gets ready to sink the surrounding stirs with joy The melody of peacock celebrating The subtle
The claps of rain The claps of rain Swipe away my pain The thickest sorrow Which can’t live till tomorrow May the rain wash The
Magic of monsoon This is a strange experience I lovingly admire, When the rain sets my heart on fire, Enjoying rhythmic orchestra of pouring rain,
The journeyed soul The soul toiled from far flung place And take rest after wish fulfilling steps of pace I called your presence in my
They say that soul is immortal I can’t understand it as a mortal Something immortal inside me That will live even when I die! Wonder
MANY A TIME …. In mother’s lap; a journey of budding soul passed In festive mood; a journey of school days passed, College life is
Who knows ,from where this journey starts None knows to what limit it will continue None could work out this infinity’s Algebra A mysterious locus
Soul enters physical body – birth! Soul leaves mortal coil – death! From the womb, life in flesh is mirth Sing the song of happiness
What makes my soul, I ponder, Did it exist before attached to body,I wonder, I gaze in to space and let my mind wander, Scriptures
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