I Forget Misery | Poem

Even the hearts without fire grow merciless

When rain showers its magnificence beauty on earth,

Then why I remember it touches my skin first and burn rash.

Even the city roads, railway tracks, work-life filled with rain

When rain comes uninvited on a sunny morning on my land,

Then why I reason my mind not to lose miseries over a token of fathom grace.



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