IRONY
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining all the day
It's monsoon and damp everywhere......
The Cold breeze touches my feet and I feel so light
It lightens the burden you carry all along.
I hated rains, because I lived warmth.
But now I realise they are also pretty at times.....
Rain is clustered solitudes.
It brings drops, each alone.
Yet we say its rain, cause we see the cluster together.
I no more feel like damp clothes, when it rains.
Rather I allowed it to touch my core.......
Tiny drops from air makes me warm and I know its an IRONY..........
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