Author Sunil Uniyal the night rain is passionate pouring its music on the pane lightning strikes dead bodies beneath the satin come alive with the bonding of souls there are no bends soon things fall in place and night ends ... Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments