Come Down

My eyes are waiting for you,
my dear monsoon rain,
you fall on my heartland,
take away all my pain,
of me living alone,
when the stars are gone,
when the monsoon clouds are born,
you come down to earth,
hold my hands,
take me away, from the wrath,
of this 'love' forsaken land.

by anu arvind nair

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A great poem on rain and mother earth knitted with love. Thanks for yur kind sharing.