A tear dropp fell from April
on the dried up red flowers
of a gulmohur and I realised
a song is left unsung
on the strings of my heart
A lightening divides the sky
above and from the giant rain
clouds it rained and rained,
there no sun no moon
but only heard the song
of rain for May...
May 20,2009
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I too eagerly wait to hear the song of rain, as I sit in my study in this furnace -like heat of Delhi! 10! -Raj Nandy