Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Raining


It is raining outside
It is raining inside
It is raining cats and dogs
No rainbow, no raincoat
Only rainfall, only rainfall
Rain-gauge is out of order
O my dear, we are rambler
And we ramble with our breath
With our love, with our life
Life is calling, love is calling
O my dear listen, listen
It is not dark outside
It is not dark inside
You need not decline
When heaven shines,
My dear, you are eternal lines
Your looking is fine
And it is raining, it is raining
Please come in, please come in.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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