Raining gift

Omg, it’s raining.
Can’t express that animating.
The voices with those drops,
had healing with each splashing.

The feelings get me thrilled.
Some say, would get ill.
Few minded not to join,
Won’t ask who don’t mind.

It’s life, it’s a choice.
Alive or some disguise.
You can say them insane,
diversities long to hoist.

We have different souls.
We do think differently.
We live in different worlds,
But feelings never empty.

The sprinkles in the nights,
and the breeze in the skies.
Always asked me, “Does it matter,
not to live for sustained noise!”

The moments, those passed.
Not coming for next last.
So why not let these blobs,
let out all my spasm.

So let’s try once this part.
Join Him in His raft.
Be thankful what He gave.
Life is a gift of and He’s Mate.

-Rishabh kumar

©rishabh_myjoopress

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