It's raining in my heart
Thru years years after years.
The cloud overhead never goes,
And it makes me shed tear.
The lightning surprises me
And I bow to this power.
But, happiness I lost in my childhood
Nothing can shower.
Then the ray of the morning Sun
Or the chirping of the bird
Opened the door of Mandrake
And the lullaby was heard.
But now I pass my everyday
Without caring them.
The Sun peeps but does not rise
Crossing the mountains'helm
I only echo the rain that
Pushes me back to past.
The pittar-patter what I hear
Now, bears the memory I heard last.
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I echo the rain, the title itself a very beautiful poem to me. in all possibilities and probabilities of presence... I echo the rain. wow. best poem dear friend. best wishes