Dripping drops from a rooftop – a poem by Aman Deep.

 

Aman Deep is a fellow alum from one of my alma maters (Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur, India).  This is Aman’s first contribution to this website.  Welcome Aman.

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A thunder echoes in the skyline,
And little drops pour from its belly,
Small droplets pitter-patter,
Like crickets in the dusk chatter,
Then the roof seems to cry,
A small dribble left it to make it momentarily dry.

The drop falls, the drops pelt,
The arising symphony portray a tune,
Drip, pitter-patter, and the chatter,
And on and on it goes, until dawn,
Then the rays come at the nature’s yawn.
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