It’s Gonna Rain Soon

Its Gonna Rain Soon short poem

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The sunny time will soon be over
The hard time will soon turn to paper
My life will soon have a change
Though, I may be struggling now
The time of struggle will soon be over
Everytime I’m up in the street
Working hard to fend for my needs
Even my sweat is turning to tea
With no sugar it’s still tasting sweet
But I know the sunny time will be gone
It’s gonna rain soon
I’ll see the bright moon
I’ll have a smile again
When I know it’s time of the rain
Nobody sees me now that is tough
They are keeping distance ‘cos the road is rough
When it’s time for my celebration
They’ll come laughing in jubilation
That’s the world and their pretention
I am prepared for the gyration
Because I know,
It’s gonna rain soon.

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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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Nice optimism. Isn’t it encouraging that so much can be said in a simple poem!

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