Fine Rain Droplets

n the amid of dried ground

There stands a peasant in solitude

Both his eyes opened towards the sky

To be merciful from the black clouds.

Then it started raining with full grace

And he felt the happiness at its green

And chuckled for the merciful droplets

The round shaped droplets of rain

Falling from the tip of the every leaf

Drenched the hard dusty red soil.

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poem by Johnson Xavier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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