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Depression
by Padmaja Iyengar - Paddy
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  Rain drops from the skies
And the tear drops from my eyes
Causing depression
Are the failures of my life
And an ever nagging wife

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October 25, 2013
More By: Padmaja Iyengar - Paddy
Views: 824      Comments: 8

Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks for your generous appreciation Ru.

Padmaja Iyengar
10/27/2013 11:37 AM

Comment loved ur poem & Kulbir ji's lines too..give me all your sorrows..be happy always Mam..

Rupradha
10/27/2013 05:18 AM

Comment Thanks for your appreciation kingshuk :-)

Padmaja Iyengar
10/26/2013 05:33 AM

Comment In your beautiful flow of words, felt the flowing tears, Padmaja.....thank you for sharing!

kingshuk
10/26/2013 02:45 AM

Comment Thanks Nairji for liking this one and the interesting story:-) Thanks for your generous appreciation Bhaskarji. As always, you've come up with a great one, Kulbir that deserves to be posted separately too :-) Thanks.

Padmaja Iyengar
10/25/2013 14:40 PM

Comment Padmaja,

Let raindrops from the skies
And teardrops from your eyes
Be from joy and laughter,
Promising bliss hereafter.

Kulbir
10/25/2013 11:03 AM

Comment sad plight of a depressed life so well captured!!! The apt imagery of 'rain drops' and 'tear drops' has enhanced the poetic beauty. thanks for sharing your "tear" bathed grief....

Bhaskar Jha
10/25/2013 10:52 AM

Comment I have heard a story of a Hindi saint-poet (forgot the name)whom a friend visited at his house. The poet's nasty wife greeted the friend with mouthful of loud abuses. Then, when both the friends got out of the house for a stroll in peace, she poured buckets full of water over them from the balcony. The poet, still very composed, told his petrified friend: "Don't worry, rain always follows thunder". Thanks, Padmaja-ji, for sharing this short but beautiful poem.

madathilnair
10/25/2013 10:44 AM




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