Drops of rain , on the window pane
gathered to form a steady stream.
The boy woke up , on his cosy bed
and gave a joyful scream.
The father reading the day's paper
cup of tea in hand.
The mother busy cooking dishes
that rainy days demand.
Drops of rain on the tattered shack
of paper plastic ..tin
The boy woke up all wet and cold
the rain was pouring in.
The father holding up the roof
as high as he could stand.
The mother covering the cooking fire
with her bare hand.
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another nice one..
all your poems are good, as themes and they read well, but there is something missing that I can't put a finger on ..
if u can get that one factor right.. they'll be even better
Abhijit, I see that U have presented an extensive no. of perspectives in a very compact form.
1> Drops of rain , on the window pane
gathered to form a steady stream.
Perspective of a financially sound(rich) man's house...
2> They boy woke up , on his cosy bed
and gave a joyful scream.
Perspective of a well brought up boy, comfortable in his bed...
3> The father reading the day's paper
cup of tea in hand.
Perspective of a leisurely man, who doesnt need to worry to much about the changing weather. He worries bout the changes in the world(newspaper)....
4> The mother busy cooking dishes
that rainy days demand.
A mother, who has all the resoures she needs. So she has choices for the menu....
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partition of vision, as if the TV screen infront of me, split into two.
Comparision of Contrasts, Two different realities....
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1> Drops of rain on the tattered shack
of paper plastic ..tin
A poor man's hut...
2> The boy woke up all wet and cold
the rain was pouring in.
Hard childhood, up bringing in difficulties...
3> The father holding up the roof
as high as he could stand.
A man who has to fight the weather, as much as he fights to earn a daily bread...
4> The mother covering the cooking fire
with her bare hand.
A mother, trying her best to do her part....
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A wonderful poem, with a wonderful concept, presented in a wonderful style and rhyme... :)
this one is beautiful and so awful to know that these differences exist. such a contrast between two different worlds...
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