By Kripi Samal
Through the whispers of the rain,
I can hear some words unsaid,
Hear the giggles that survived through pain,
the tingle of charms to good luck which led .
Through the scenery so beautiful,
of which the artist is the rain,
I get a hope to live a life so meaningful,
no matter what I loose or gain .
Through the pattern formed on the window,
the flow of which continues,
I get a wish to live amidst the joyous meadow,
and through the lovable hues.
Through the petrichor I smell,
an essence of pure magic,
a magic which can be created in reality as well,
If we ignore the adversities of life to be so tragic .
Through the uncertain arrival of it,
I learn about the surprising nature of life,
Which reminds to live everyday for myself atleast a little bit,
to avoid between my heart and brain a possible strife .
Oh the rain reminds me everytime,
to live every moment to the fullest,
no matter if the poetry of my life doesn't rhyme,
for days keep changing and some may be brightest and some be dullest .
By Kripi Samal
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