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A Rainy Day..

"A Rainy Day" is a short and a simple poem about the first rain.. Its my first ever attempt at writing english poetry, hope I do not disappoint..:)
On a rainy day..
I was here, near my window,
watching the water flow..
Droplets trying to stick to the window glass
as if trying to surpass..
Each droplet tried its best..
but none could enter, despite sheer zest

On a rainy day..
I was here, near my window,
watching the water flow..
I could hear the rain shout,
"I am here now, just come out.."
I could smell the earth's relief,
Which came after, long wait and belief.. 

On a rainy day..
I was here, near my window,
watching the water flow..
When the wind blew, I could see the branches dance
as if its a holiday, after the sun's summer class..
I could see clouds covering the sun
as if a new era has begun..

May Every drop contain a blessing
and reaches to every living being..
So enjoy nature's blessings and have loads of fun
wishing everybody a "HaPPyy RaInY SeAsON"

                                                                -Dhruvv
                     

P.S. : My heartfelt condolences to all Uttarakhand flood victims.
May god provide them strength and resources to overcome such devastation.


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  1. MusicManiac29 June 2013 at 11:56

    brilliant, man...loved it!

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  2. Dhiren navani29 June 2013 at 12:18

    @Music Maniac SRG
    Thanx a ton brother..:)

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  3. Anonymous30 June 2013 at 19:43

    You surely didn't disappoint anyone!
    Nice attempt! :)

    P.S. Try comment moderation rather than word verification, it becomes a tedious task to comment!! :)

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  4. Cifar2 July 2013 at 14:46

    very nice poem,in your first attempt you are bang on

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  5. Dhiren navani3 July 2013 at 14:02

    Thanks a lott @cifar shayar..appreciation is encouragement

    @Kriti Bhatnagar Thanx a tonn..will surely try dat..to make commenting easy..:)
    Thanx for suggestion as well..:)

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