Rain
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When you come
A bird of song comes flying
From the land of cloud
Making the sky trembling
The sweet smell of land
Takes away my mind
To my native land…

When you come
The plants look up to the sky
To measure the Sun’s purity
And the wind reads its poem
Seeing the golden reserves beauty..

When you come
The mist draw vibgyor
The green dreams come
In the root of trees
And the rabbit run
Over the bamboo bridge..

When you come
Time changes its dress time and again
Giving no signal of evening
Night come silently
And the drying off rivers dance cordially…

Rose Lina Kalita
Pune, Maharastra

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