Of rains and ruins
She sat on the window sill
Till the light was stolen
The dark sky looming above
Knew no respite
From morn to eve
She wept and wept
Tears flooding the earth
No trace of father
Did the little girl discern
There she slept all by herself
Mother’s cajoling words
To no avail...
The rain today stole
A naughty child’s soul
Wile the Yamuna swerved
From her comely course
21sep2010
11.20hrs
*T hnx to Ranjit for the lead by posing the lines
'The rain today stole/A naughty child’s soul' and saying, let's see if u can...and later giving it the title...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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