Ninaad Das

What a strange thing,
When the rain strikes the ground
Spontaeneous flow of feelings
And pleasure are rebound.

The silent plattering,
Chatters in our ear,
Yet some ignore it,
While some has time to spare.

Its the only moment
Where sky with us talks
Tells us about the journey of the clouds
And winds; while they themselves walk.

I hear them speechless,
Bound by the sound,
Simply sound may be, even I dont knw,
What makes me to them so profound!!!!!!!