tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367477092015587062.post4028928126357604701..comments2024-03-11T16:40:35.847+05:30Comments on Nilu's Natter: Rain, rain, don't go away!Niluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13881009190943901923noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367477092015587062.post-83323260193502838482009-06-29T02:11:36.703+05:302009-06-29T02:11:36.703+05:30Dear Nilu,
That is a nice sweet poem...
I have kno...Dear Nilu,<br />That is a nice sweet poem...<br />I have known you to be somewhat of a writer always....looks like there is a budding poet also hiding inside you...<br />Keep rhyming....Gayatri Karthik Gayatri Sivaramanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17199038778326760370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367477092015587062.post-38840960703227361992009-06-26T22:47:40.972+05:302009-06-26T22:47:40.972+05:30Nilu dear, that was a fun poem. I have to say thou...Nilu dear, that was a fun poem. I have to say though, that is the first time, I've ever seen pothole rhymed with soul :) :) :)Shrutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06375913774968016474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367477092015587062.post-41536572385848540652009-06-20T23:42:47.627+05:302009-06-20T23:42:47.627+05:30That was a good poem and so very true to the feeli...That was a good poem and so very true to the feelings of most Indians. Rain is such a welcome guest in India after the summer, and rightly so - our food crops are dependent on it. The first rains, the smell of the sun baked earth when the first drops sizzle on the dark, parched, brown earth is something that stays with one forever. Yes, "Rain, rain, don't go away!" please.J P Joshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08806649492059145583noreply@blogger.com