thunders singing loud
Coming back to where I was,
Outside the reverie,
I smile again that everything’s
The same it used to be.
For, no matter where to heads on life
Or years that pass on by,
We never fail to wake within,
With first rains in the sky;
And every time, life wakes anew,
Fresh once more again,
As the child in each of us, he goes
To play out in the rains
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About the writer
Ayan is a graduate from the Indian Institute of Management, Lucknow and works as a Consultant. He was the editor of his college magazine and has cherished writing poetry since childhood.
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