*Rain has its own song,
When ping on the leaves or lakes
It sings as if I am alone,
When a heavy monsoon has blown
Sometimes it seems like a deep sad song
When it melts with southern cloud pang
And the little bits of your blues,
Its melody divine -
And flows through my blue spine -
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

A moment indulged rough-and-tumble,
A new frustration bloomed
As a kite cut off when swing on air
Sandbars cut in the velocity of river

She went to honey moon,
My speed less time ceased and stuck
moving from fire to cold
At the end, spring moreover fade-out

Dream lies under disaster,
You will not come back again
Shadow clouds strikes on dark clouds,
Dream blended as ice to rain drops

Cats and dogs rain flooded,
over river flood plain
Clouds are spreading with,
firing through the sky, again and again -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen