It's Raining Poem by Neela Nath Das
It's Raining
It's raining in my heart,
It's raining in my blood.
The crowd of cloud is taking
Away my gloomy doubts shaking
The particles of hatred and scorn.
It's raining to bring a fresh Morn.
Feelings about the ongoing trend like you wrote prison of Gaza seems to me on the same path you flowed, agony of blood shed, killings, worried about them is saintly so well done peace be upon u thank s
A lovely thought with a hope for a new morning clearing all the dirt of hatred and scorn. Thanks for sharing
Optimism.....Impressive....It's raining to bring a fresh moon....... that spirit soaks all pain of a dreaded wait for the bright moon...
A lovely poem, blood is raining. You have portrayed the painful bleeding of Gaza. Loved the way you presented this poem.
After the blood comes the fresh morn! That is the exact symbology found in the depths of Christianity!
You have expressed the pain of war well. It is raining in my heart just seeing the TV news, yet there is so much more sadness to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/15/2024 2:45:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely short poem. When it rains the acidity and harmful gases are dissolved in water and afterwards there are showers of pure water.