Rainy Story

Clouds strayed in the sky
Like lambs in the pasture;
Winds roared at the high
Like lions in the leisure;
Thunders struck on the roof
Like shoots of the troop;
Fears brood in the heart
Like snakes creep in dark;
Clouds fell across the realms….
Tears spread along the limbs;
Drops and drops spilled in cups
There the drain… It is the Rain !

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KKV Peringottukara.Official Name : K.K. VENUGOPALAN.Employed in M/s. J.M. BAXI & CO., Bhavnagar, Gujarat – India, as - Asst.General Manager (Branch Head)Social activities : Secretary - Bhavnagar Shipping Agents & Stevedores' Association. Patron - The Saurashtra Chamber of Commerce and Industry, Bhavnagar. Member - Trade Facilitation Committee, Bhavnagar Customs (Gujarat).Edu.Qlfn : M.A. E-Lit., P.G.Dip. in Biz.Mgmt, Dip. in Eng.Journ.Have fascination for Literature, mainly poetry. Writing Poems & Articles in various periodicals – both Malayalam & English. Published Three books of Poems in Malayalam (Jaithrayathra, Thenthullikal & Punarjjani). Belongs to Kerala State, Peringottukara, Trichur Dist.Wife : Radha Venugopal, Daughter : Viji Nithin, Son : Sujith Venugopal
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