Rain In The City

Oh so its

The whistle of rain

That’s why people

Are running in vain


Some want shelter

To hide themselves

Some need a place, better

To sit and rest


The road side tea-stall

Is brimming with people

Rounds and rounds of Tea

And the talks of needful


Roads taking shape of a river

Water all running and flowing up and over

Gang of kids, peeping out mischeviously

All ready to set their little cruise on sail


Horns are blowing

Streets are tight

Red is the only color

Of the Traffic light


The running life

As if, have come to hault

Giving a silent message to people

That its ok to stop and pause..


Poetry, 2014



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