To quench the thirsty sight
They are drizzling at night

They fall wetting the chaff
Drops like wandering waif

Awakening in the silence of cold
The memoirs of far past and old

See the trees in far
Lying under the dark box

And see yonder! the mother
Trying her child to coax

Sometimes I felt sometimes I vain
But there was a God in guise of rain

Irfan Salimi

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