It Was Raining
It was raining
When I chose to sit in total solitude
And pray
To the God watching over us all
To ask for answers
As to why our world
Was shaped like perfection
But still resonated with flaws!
It was raining
When I could no more bear with His silence
And decided to do something about it
To prevent myself from getting into a situation
Which would bring me to talk to ghosts
And to invisible spirits out of despair!
That was when
I chose to walk out
Soak in the cold drops of rain pelting upon my skin
And open my soul to the marvellous world
Of Poetic Inspiration!
Yes,
It was raining
When I became a poet,
Ringing with anger, resentment, regrets, laments
And so much of sorrow
That acres and acres of crows flew from me
And got etched on paper
For one and all to read and to take note of
Or even to be reminded of
So that they learn to live with good intention
Instead of wanting to keep bringing
Each other down!
It was raining
When I got shaped into what I am today
It was raining, yes,
And I am now waiting for when it shall rain again
To plant in my seeds into the lands of our world
So that others may follow in my trend
And find their own way amidst
The heavy jungle that has invaded us all!
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