Rain Poem by Phurpa Wangdi

Rain



from above the mountain
it falls like an fountain
for satisfaction to attain
it showers what it contain

here comes the rain
hitting hard on the drain
click it on your brain
isn't it main for the grain?

for the worlds farmer
rain is but a armor
to stay in it isn't warmer
but to succeed it is former.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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Phurpa Wangdi

Phurpa Wangdi

trashi yangtse, Bhutan
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