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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