I wipe off rain drops from my face
For the first time in my life
I am not enjoying the most enjoyable rain drops
My smile is a light and you are oxygen
I carry my bag of life to save myself
Bag filled with memories
From nobody, I will become nobody
But the journey in-between is very rough
Passing many dangers to return to square one
I am noting but a help in your life,
Our intentions were entirely different
Only common things that matched are wrong
I have a constant headache and eye pain
It has secluded memories and deserted heart
Wherever I go, I always find myself alone.
BhaShe
2 comments:
Indeed touched poem.
I guess it's not the rain, but what sentiments we ascribe to it...
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