5 views
Rain
The little tree and her friend
playing under a Banyan
the red ball with a white cap
a rickshaw puller yawning
and thinking of her daughter
thousand miles apart...
the cloud computing and forming
dark, more dark layer
the ponds and the people in the lane
whispering for a rain
the little tree and her friend
ignoring the heat
a drop falls on her face
the ricksaw puller overjoyed
the road is filling up with drops
the Banyan tree holding my umbrella
the little tree & her friend is safe
the rickshaw puller turns his curtain
he is in his village, the rain the mud
the green leaves, the sky with
dazzling white cotton
it's time to bring them in this city
he says to his mind.
© debashishbhattacharya
playing under a Banyan
the red ball with a white cap
a rickshaw puller yawning
and thinking of her daughter
thousand miles apart...
the cloud computing and forming
dark, more dark layer
the ponds and the people in the lane
whispering for a rain
the little tree and her friend
ignoring the heat
a drop falls on her face
the ricksaw puller overjoyed
the road is filling up with drops
the Banyan tree holding my umbrella
the little tree & her friend is safe
the rickshaw puller turns his curtain
he is in his village, the rain the mud
the green leaves, the sky with
dazzling white cotton
it's time to bring them in this city
he says to his mind.
© debashishbhattacharya
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