If rain could wash away tears,
and thunder blaze away the fears.
If the crimson flash of light,
could make all the wrongs right.
The drops of water in the rain,
falls in chain like a trail.
Memoirs of childhood in my mind,
of watery pearls cool and kind.
If zigzag flashes across the sky,
enlighten man, then I would try.
Come down now and engulf me,
I want to be boundless and free.
Prasenjit Das©1997-2010
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