THE RAIN
Rain is falling pitter patter,
Oh! I forgot to close the shutter;
If once I get wet it doesn't matter
But I must not, I'm scared of mother.
Rain is falling pitter patter
Out there is playing my little sister;
She would be dirty and smell like gutter;
I should rather go and call my father.
Rain is falling pitter patter
My fat aunt has fallen in the gutter;
She shouts for rescue to my mother
But someone is there. Oh! My brother.
Rain is falling pitter patter
I know it will stop soon or later;
And all the children will be scattered
I will be playing with them, together.
By: Khirod Dalpati
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You do well to involve your entire family in pitter patter but if it's summer rain all enjoy it mostly how does it matter as long as it falls pitter patter and if it's winter my get inside your razai/(quilt) let others look after themselves you look after your mom and pop old no! Kindness poets are poets only what is there in a name enjoy poetry and comment please I have selected a minuscule few you feel happy to be one Sir. Yes I am a ROMANTIC POET mostly Glad you liked my poetry Thank you
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