Rain.. Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

Rain rain rain
I have many complains
Against you, Let's see
What are they

My sister says
You never comes,
When she comes out
With her new raincoat.

Farmer says
You never comes,
When he ploughs back
For a new year crop.

River says
you never comes,
When she have a dry journey
towards ocean.

But, people told why you came
When we were
With a holy attempt,
With your gift of five minutes
We loose our
Every thing,
Nothing is left
Nothing is set
Rain Rain you go back,
We don't want to
see it again.