Pain Or Rain?

Pain Or Rain? short poem

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That was the first beautiful rain in my life.
I saw her in the drizzling rain.
My heart pounded within my wet clothes.
She never came again;
Except the rain that comes regularly.

That was the last beautiful rain in my life,
When I was wet in a heavy rain, after she left.
I stood alone that day under a banana leaf.

I felt the love in every drop of monsoon,
The huge rocks looked like magma,
The tiny drops looked like a melted metal.
But, that place is now ready to harvest my wild dreams.

After that, every rain gives me pain…
The pain of first love,
The pain of separation,
The pain of loneliness,
The pain of poetry…
Yes, rain is the tears of the sky when earth feels pain.

Do you know from where does the rain come?
From the beginning of melting love?
Or from the end of frosting love?
It comes from the mountain,
And lashes to the valleys of heart,
Through the window panel.

For the sake of an umbrella,
Or the river,
The paddy field,
The bitterling fish,
Or else waiting for the rain.

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Gopakumar Pookkottur

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Information Assistant, Press Information Bureau, Trivandrum, Kerala. Born on November 14, 1982 to Shri. Gopalan and Smt. Karthyayini in Pookkottoor, in Malappuram District. Received BSc in Physics from Calicut University. Earned Masters in Journalism & Mass Communication from Saafi Institute of Advanced Studies. Published a book ‘Mazhakkallu’ a collection of Malayalam poems in 2013 April 6. Was sub- editor in Desahabhimani and worked in all prominent units in Kerala viz. Cochin, Thrissur and Malappuram.
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