Hi! Friends!!!
I am very grateful for all the support and words of encouragement showered on me during my last time of introducing myself, I really appreciate it.
Below is a poem talking about night rain and this is my very first time of writing a poem that is long as this. You all made me to understand that there is no limit unless we create a limit.
Thank you all. Enjoy!!!
The beat is vehement but the rhythm is chilling Hark!
The drum beating on my poorly weaved mat
The beat is serene but the rhythm is humiliating.
And distil my roof and collect it in my pails for early bathe
But I can't stomach the drummer to drum upon my mat
For dog-nose wetness interrupts my sleep, and make me bed-wet.
And make my soil formidable, and my vegetables sprout
But I can't stomach the drummer to drum upon my cherished attires Lazing upon the lines, distorting the beauty of my glad rags.
Sedating me, and charming my sleep with the melody
Alas! My roof is porous, and can't shield me from the drummer's sticks
Then I have a semi-sleep, because my mat is wet.
And took no precaution as my garbs lounge on the lines
The pregnant clouds bore a drumming child
And made his debut beats upon my glad rags.
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15/02/2018
