Rain Drops

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Tiny drops that keep falling from the sky,

touching the dry pasture land as if it were the first kiss,

the barren terrains waiting for the moisture,

soak within immediately the tiny drops of miracle,

as if a fresh breath of life released,

the unison giving rise to the petrichor,

the fragrance of true love when the wait is over.

The sight so beautiful  urging one to just 

behold the moment washing away all the dust

painting a fresh picture that cajoles the eyes,

paving way for new life to take its course,

the elixir of life falls freely like answered prayers 

clouds floating in the sky with multiple layers 

the rain asks the land if it was ever missed,

the land could only show the cracks in its heart,

the wait can be long many times,

but the magic happens when patience meets prayers!

Love ,


Note: This poem is part of the Poetry Marathon for the Pratilipi Contest and my poems will be inspired from nature.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Simon says:

    Beautiful Poem…. Well done 🖋️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks a lot Simon !!

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  2. Magical. I love the closing line especially ❤

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    1. Thanks a ton for taking the time to read and appreciate ☺️. Really humbled by your words ❤️❤️


      1. I truthfully enjoyed it 🙂

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      2. Much love my dear 💕


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