{Mazha, Rain is inevitable in my memory line because I belong to Kerala, Gods own country blessed with drizzles and greenery through out the year. I pray it remain the same for ever for the generations to come.}
It always rained on first day to school
New dress, new bag, new umbrella always
We started our lessons drenched and happy
Mother earth never failed to bless those days
It was raining on first day in college
Wet monkey friends stared as though asking
Are you going to be an engineer?
Mother earth recalled the dream left behind
It was raining when got first job
Mumbai welcomed with stories of chaos and loss
As though warning to be watchful
Does anybody really care in that age?
New friends, life lessons,
New aspirations, stronger mind
Monsoon touched a day early to bid bye
When time arrived to leave the great city
It was raining when I tied the knot
The drizzle of blessing touched me and my man
It heavily rained as empty-handed us came out of NICU
Mother earth cried out loud when I did inside
Life away from my soil
Had taught to enjoy odorless rain
But it ignites the old hope of faith
Mother earth will not allow me to fail
I wonder it also rained
When Amma Appa kissed me first
Mother Earth be kind enough to drizzle on me
Before they shut my casket of sleep
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