It Will Rain
the river will flow through the plains,
through the plateaus and valleys,
making gorges and waterfalls,
in to the ocean it will wane,
then it will rain.
where may you go but with the slope,
through the valleys of fears and hope,
you may not win yet you may cope,
with seemingly endless pain,
then it will rain.
one lost man may steal and rob,
and cheat his way through the pain,
colored red with a brothers loss,
will remain all of his gain,
then it will rain.
why do you wander so rattled and weary,
let not the dream be ever more scary,
than the momentary burden you carry,
till the thirst overcomes your pain,
then it will rain.
then it will rain,
and wash away all the gains and loss,
and you will see the pleasure and plight,
the redness of blood, the yellow of light,
in the brightness of ever blinking stars,
turning to dust all,
that was lost in the way,
already the clouds,
are turning grey,
I can feel the moist drops,
Seeping through my pain,
it will rain.
Copyright © Shivendra Sharma | Year Posted 2016
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