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Sudden rains in the summer make me a very happy girl :)

It has been excruciatingly hot for the last couple of days. Last evening, all of a sudden it started raining heavily and rained for quite a while. 

Here's a free-form poem I Hindi for the first time ever :)

मोटी मोटी बूँदें, और कुछ नन्ही भी...
दौडती हुई निकल पडी आसमान से...
जैसे के जल्दी हो किसीसे मिलने की...
भाग के आ गयी ज़मीन पर...
प्यासी मिट्टी में समा गयी...
अब बस खुशबू बची है...यादों की.
Here's a loose translation of it in English:

Big fat drops...and some tiny ones too
Rushed forth from the skies
As if in a hurry to meet somebody
Quickly ran to the earth
Got absorbed in the parched land
What remains now is just the fragrance...of memories.


Seema Smile said…
I love baarish wale poems and this is a good one :)

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