Come Soon, O Rain. - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Come soon, come soon,
O rain, my grand-daughter
Aaeeshanee is calling you
Come again and again.
With your coming, o rain
My grand-daughter wants to
Hear the croaking of frogs,
Pealing of clouds,
Whistles of winds,
Rustlings of leaves,
Babbles of streams,
Ripples of waves.
O rain, come soon, come soon, come soon, to see
The face of my grand-daughter that is like the moon.
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