Rain
Your noise hurts my sleep
But you no longer wet me
And I'm not dry either
For I'm drowned in a blue jar
Of deranged precipitation
Neither you nor
The clouds of her tresses
Can make me cry again
For I call this glass of blood
Sea of tears
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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