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With rain they draft their fable

by Uttam Gill (writer), BOMBAY(MUMBAI), March 28, 2013

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One of the beautiful night, an encounter with rain... when they understood the existence of their eternal love.And in the aura of that night, they, with rain, drafts a fable of their love.

The rain and the momentous time
Rain drops falling onto the roof top
The evening with rain, drafts a rhyme
Wind makes a parley of loving abode
Under the heavenly charm they resides
With fine tune of love in their heart
Moments of life, that solemnly binds
The eternal love and that will last
Verandah in its space builds up more
From the cloud the lightening calls
He looks at her with loving adore
She feels the comfort as night further falls
In the enchanting aura they took the hands
For them, the life is a gift and a dream
Their passion just not know any amends
They immerses in each other with soul so clean
In the world so beautiful and calm
In folds of dark night they assemble
The rain says, “Dream in each other’s arm”
They whispers “Yes, with rain we, will draft our own fable”



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Uttam Gill is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.
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1 comments on With rain they draft their fable

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By Barbara MacDonald on March 28, 2013 at 04:14 pm

I remember years ago when I use to go camping in a trailer home... the sound of the rain on the tin roof was so soothing and had a way of transporting you to such a serene place. I loved this poem Uttam...is very beautiful, and I see your gentle heart so clearly in this poem.

I, like you , love the rain...in fact I will find any excuse just to go out and walk in it.

“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing -- a blanket -- the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.” ? Douglas Coupland, Life After God...

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