Best Poem of I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

Night Rain
The night rain, is not yet stopped
But I want to move.
I listen, to the rain drops;
they are playing a beautiful song
The winds fluted with a song,
where, I never heard former.
The blue curtain is not raised
I heard the clapping of trees;
Every drops, glitters my earth;
her heart, cheered in . . .
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Rain Drop
She is falling to the earth,
She became cool and wet,
girl turns up after bath.

Seven colours on me,
seven sound of music
my violin plays for you.

The fast you reach down,
and ebb to earth, no more

Don’t go! I will play the violin
for you, only to you, but
you gone y . . .
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