Fake Rain!

Fake Rain!

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

There I was standing,

I could fill the water, endlessly falling,

On my head, shoulders, everywhere,

I felt good and got myself wet further.

 

Even if the drops were so thick,

I wasn’t bothered if my carelessness would make me sick,

And I didn’t decide to move away,

Just thought- come whatever may.

 

Now the load-shedding peeked, I had to stop my shower bath,

And impatiently started looking for the right path.

© 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque


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Added on October 13, 2014
Last Updated on October 13, 2014
Tags: Water, Falling, Good, Drops, Move, Shower, Bath, Load-shedding

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Md. Ziaul Haque
Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh



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Md. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..

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