fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry


As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
and watched
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain,  even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.