Two Faced Rain

Two Faced Rain short poem

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Two Faced Rain
Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence,
A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven,
A new paint on the fabric of soil,
Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil.
Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter,
Cool, light, fresh, earthly scented shower.

The rains of wrath, mercilessly apocalyptic,
Wiped off humanity, limping earth, a loss drastic,
A tide of heaven’s abusive outburst, mournfully catastrophic,
Cries and pleas, unheeded by torrential monster’s revengeful snore,
Neglected deaths, mopped away without trace, by vindictive outpour.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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When one person wins another loses, such is the nature of rain, bringing joy and devastation together.

asoke kumar mitra
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beautiful thinking, never read before, nobody thought before.(at least I did not notice) the style of write is unique.

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