Sunday, 21 April 2013

In the rain
the time recalls
the days of childhood
specially the care of mother
the stories of grandmother
the cool feelings of ghost out side the window
the mystic sound of rain drops and touchy cry of nearby jangle.

by sarojini pattayat.21/04/2013

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