My Rain

Poem By Bichitra Anand

Millions of thoughts​
As millions rain drops
Falling down the earth
Drops on my mind,
Patter me heavy.

And sometimes,
Everything vapourise
Making me vacuous,
Sub-conscious
I fall on my bed.

Comments about My Rain

Wonderful expression of a natural process that goes into the miind- conscious, sub-conscious or unconscious- what we experience sometimes it is retained and sometimes forgotten. Let us be thankful to God who has given us the ability to forget. Thanks.
Good. You may like to read my poem, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks


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