The Gift Of Rain - Poem by Naveed Akram
The rain is a gift of jewellery as a special gift,
One might be strong in diamonds,
One may strike the eyes of jewels that are too rich,
But one may never call the rain too precious
For the strength of the torrents are harder than diamonds
To feed the little men and women with jewels.
The wind is arousing the rain, negating the pain
Of a blessed year, feeling like living with us.
The rain has so much cleverness that it is believing in anything
Finding any crevice of faith, as one would his own bible.
The rain is a gift I seek, for the furthering of my very soul,
For the upliftment of the strong heart that is within me.
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