This rain brings along a message
But of life & beauty, or carnage
As I feel blissful and elated
My unknown brethren are tormented
Ah that poor weary peasant
A prey of this surreal descent
I saw his home & blood flowing
To his waiting grave, he was rowing
My porch smells of dropping rain
So I can’t hear the ripping pain
Of cold and hunger die homeless
But I’m warm from my blanket’s caress
From windows I see those elated lovers
Euphoria ‘neath and above elixir hovers
But my window does not show me that far
where loved ones are lost in mighty rain power
This rain brings along a message
But of life & beauty... or carnage?
~AbhishekM
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