Incessant Rain
each drops of incessant rain pours
its just all bore and boor
but the scent of success issues the awaiting game
the rules are set and the stage is ready.
the poet with no aspiration does not stumble
he has no dreams and has counted the passing moments
just doing the time- he jokes, and hope the rain drops will stop
but the heart as usually beats on cruelly without any melody.
he on the other side, mourns for the poet
as if it was all his call
the King of Solitude does not expect the touch of souls
rather the incessant rain to continue the ever pouring rain drops.
Copyright © Sohel Sharif | Year Posted 2013
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