A poem by Kruthika Dev
Oh Rain! You give me pain,
You fall like a grain,
That pricks and put me in vain.
If you are ain’t there,
We’ll be nowhere.
You are the most important resource,
We write about you in prose,
As you fall like a drop,
Something like happiness in me crop.
If you ain’t there,
We’ll be nowhere.
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