Story Of A Boy....Who Loved The Rain..... Poem by cvk cvk

This is not a poem.
But a story,
Story of a boy who loved the rain…
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He lived only to see
And to feel the rain.
Like a child sleeping
In the bosom of the mother,
He was in the rain……
Singing and dancing
with the raindrops.
Running to catch
The flowers from heaven……….
He enjoyed the days…….
He celebrated the moments……

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Everything was going
To change……….. when,
Destiny taken the rain away……..
The soul separated from him…..
Then came darkness infront…
Totally confused and
Waiting for the rain to come back…….
He was dying in each second……

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He started making the wreath
With the bloodish roses from the dreams,
For the funeral of his hopes……..
The garden of memories
transformed to desert …….
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The story is continuing
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Interestingly that boy is me………..
Just writing this to display
In my tomb……..