Tearing Rains Poem by azmat naushad asif

Tearing Rains



The rains welled up
On the window panes
The bright lightening
The clapping thunder
And the hideous fear
All could be witnessed
By the naked moist eyes

The garments have been stained
By falling in the puddle
Created by dirty stagnancy
Deep inside a crater
It can be washed clean
But, what about the soul?

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