Came back winter with a sudden rain fall,
Styles are different but enjoyed by all.
What of children and youths the message of rains,
Has been read by all with no refrains!
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The old man busy in writing a poem, Recollecting his memories of the past childhood, Smiling on the days of lost youth age, Imprisoned helplessly in the time’s iron cage, Still enjoying the sudden rain fall, His heart is free not encaged at all......., best envision about a poet. Nice word play in whole poem. Many thanks respected sir.
This is a wonderful pen sketch of the winter rains in which minutest of details has not been left out by the playful words of the poet. One is glad to see the older people vying with youth for enjoyment of the romantic streak.
Your calling out your sweetheart to the roof-top for a dance in abandon is really lovely. You have summed up the nostalgia that rains hold for all of us poetic hearts. Kudos. (10) .
The old man busy in writing a poem, Recollecting his memories of the past childhood, Smiling on the days of lost youth age, Imprisoned helplessly in the time’s iron cage, Still enjoying the sudden rain fall, His heart is free not encaged at all! ................... Lovely lines! Yes, with a heart not imprisoned in time's iron cage, let us go back to youth and enjoy life! Great narration of the romantic ambiance created by the sudden shower!