Rema Santosh


The Rain

With its own powers, the nature did fight,
the thunder overpowered the tiny light.
Wind did sway all the mind in its way,
the lightning swirled with its ray.
The newborn cried having heard this struggle,
may be, it did realize, the path for survival.
The drops just drummed on all it hit
and you walked in at that night.

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