Rainy Day Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

The sky is overcast and shy,
with the clouds.
Wave and crest at the sea surface
in a race,
walking slowly
As a blue mountain moves.

The shower rushes from our bow,
The monsoon rain becomes wild
and drop after drop,
All silver coins fall
on the sea surface.

If clouds and rain,
monsoon is fair.
The tune of the shower
sweet to hear.

No fishes-
All disappear underwater.
The ripple sea
circles more.
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