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A Wonderful Friend In The Rain

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This poem is about the rain. Most of us have spent some of our wonderful moments in life with no one but rain. The mankind always enjoys the rain but the recent disaster made me worry so much about the people. This poem is the expression of what we have done with rain and also a plea to save my people.

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Oh my precious old Friend!

We met after a long time,

You left me looking for you so long.

I loved you so much back when I was alone,

I loved you even when I was not alone,

You were there with me all the time,

You have savoured the tears of mine and

I have whispered my stories to you.

You cheered me with the elegant drop of you.

I had been ecstatic whenever I met you on the terrace of my home.

We conversed when I rode my scooter alone on the roads of my city.

You were erotic when your attire made me feel sexy,

I broke down on the roads on some occasions with you.

You recognized the screams of my soul

You love the sugariness my songs.

We enjoyed our existence.

When I moved to the hills,

you started being unpleasant to me,

Even then I loved you, the icy touch of yours have stolen my soul a few times

In the process, you gave me sickness, I polluted you.

Are you betraying my love?

Are you hurting my people just because I transformed and moved far away from you?

We had a and we have a wonderful relationship,

Don’t mistake me, I will never leave you alone.

I am waiting to reveal my secrets to you soon.

I never thought you would suck the blood of my people.

Please don’t be so cruel to my people.

I love you my precious old friend.

Gowthaman

Written by Gowthaman

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