Have u heard of a place where rain speaks?
Drops making love to dry earth;
the paddy fields,with dewdrops in their womb.
There began my life's page
hearts were the scripts with which they wrote
lines had the shadows of blood and sweat
miles away, when I write this
roads cloudy with lost memories,
still my feet has that mudwhere rain left her love
my face still brown with the sun
that shines over my village
eyes open enough to see the folliesof a place
where sun never shines,rain fears to drop,
andwhere blood is mere water you get in bottle.
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