Friday, March 16, 2012

RAIN DROPS


Rain o Rain, your drops stir my brain
They make me pregnant with thoughts
Some are fresh, some stale and fraught

Who am I and why I come
Again and again on this earth
To go through the cycle of death and rebirth

Is it the influence of undying desire?
Or succumbing to illusion
And all its blissful fire

O rain, the way you fall and flow
Worldly desires have made our
Path of salvation slim and slow

Suman Saran Sinha
October 12, 2009




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