Tiku akp

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This rain is so cruel;
It makes the seed of love
Sprout in the fertile soil;

Of a bereaved soul;
That through lonely lane
Of youth takes a stroll;

This cloud is unkind;
Does not let her come out
To give peace to my mind;

That is in deep trouble;
Remembering her face it
Hisses like a bubble.

Topic(s) of this poem: pain, rain

Comments about Player by Tiku akp

  • V.m.saraswathy Munuswamy (8/8/2016 10:17:00 PM)

    this cloud is so cruel
    does not let her come out
    to give peace to my mind
    superb feel, very true, generally we live for the sake of society rather for our own bliss, truly speaks like mine, thanks for the precious drop perfect 10 dear poet

    Anil Kumar Panda(8/9/2016 10:23:00 AM)

    Thanks Saraswathy. Here the cloud is the main culprit not giving a chance to meet two love lorn hearts by pouring heavily. Much love.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 7, 2016

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