Cave Of Rain

Cave Of Rain short poem

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I am the cave of rain
entombed with
love and embraces.
every drop of mine,
dance of ecstasy,
touching you with the
odour of algebra which
may Decipher the
mystery of your existence.
how beautiful the wind
dances within the gaps of drops
like the hide and seek game
of joyful kids
at an old house
with toys of mysteries
in its every room .
I will let you wake up
from the rainbow
dream and I want to
feel how your
peacocks will
drench and melt
into my caves
of libido.

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I am a poet, writing both in Malayalam and English. “For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been given to us, the ultimate, the final problem and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke,
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aar sangeetha
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excellent writing…intense..sensuous…magical…lovee..najeebikka..

ammu sachariah
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beautiful poem.I could enjoy the beauty of rain through your poem.

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