THE LITTLE DROPSA Poem by SAYED THANGALRain the gift of GodTip toed unnoticed from their mother, Rising slowly rising upward, Intentionally without all the qualities; Which are common every where in the sea. To the region of sovereign power- the destination, Boundless freedom to move on and on, Just like children when away from the guards, Select the direction which ever they like. Bored after the tiring journey tends to return But hurriedly , hasten to their home; Very mischievous they are; often awaken the sleepy And tickle flowers and leaves. The frogs, from their holes, peep To see the little masters, The long slept seeds open their eyes To greet the well wisher. No time to waste nor to wait In no time are streams formed Finding their way to rivers, Jumping, running and then rushing to the mother's lap. sayed thangal
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Added on November 25, 2013Last Updated on November 25, 2013 Tags: rain a gift from the God AuthorSAYED THANGALmalappuram, kerala, IndiaAboutI'm Sayed Thangal from Malappuram distric, Kerala, India, have been working as a teacher in English at Gvt. Higher secondary school Vazhakkad . Two years before I wrote two poems, the response and en.. more..Writing
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