The Rain

The Rain

A Poem by Tshogyal Moktan
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Pre monsoonal rain in the hills.... Beginning of the year's first phase of rain....

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Birds in happiness started to fly,
and it is not yet July....
Still the rain started to fall,
perhaps its the summer's call....

Nothing's brown, yellow, everything's green,
the perfect colour is what can be seen....
Its not so hot and not so cold,
that's why the rain is beautiful and bold....

Children started to laugh and leap,
and its just now, rain's began to peep....
The little one's excited and they shout,
for they dance in rain and remain out....

Some go to sleep, but most of them play,
everyone's cheerful and bright and gay....
How wonderful it is to play in rain,
it feels like being a child again....


© (written on 28th May 2014....10:15 am)

© 2014 Tshogyal Moktan


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Tshogyal Moktan
Tshogyal Moktan

Darjeeling, Balasun, India



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I am a guy from the countryside's of Darjeeling, India, where the finest tea gets its birth....and along with these young tea leaves I grew......and these tea bushes gives me a new spirit to write...... more..

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A Poem by Tshogyal Moktan