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A Rain, Let It Pour To Here
Till night
I wait here
she may ring to me
she may speaks softly
I will wait for a call
Till night and
wish to hear your voice you dear
you may sing song of love
touched your heart, I
fill with love
tell me why why don't you ring
close your eyes, cry with pain
love you dear
when you knocking my door
I don't know what I feel
you might laugh
when I cry
sending your love
standing by soul
passing a year
I don't know right at night
then again
summer came
her old smiling wallet
ringing mobile
and old prayer book.....
and again you a hanging soul
summer came around
and her old blanket on the floor
I woke to the slamming of the door
then the rain came....
and we just let it pour all over to here....
sometimes i just thinking of you
i've been not feel a love of you
and i'm looking not of you
you are a soul hanging, our wall
she said will I come in this vishu dear
well you know that we want to meet
then rain come
let pour all over to here
well i never would have been there
poem
by
Thampi KEE
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