Ibohal Kshetrimayum Poet ABC

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

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Thum Chiean Tien January 4, 2019 at 11:34 AM Beautiful, beautiful use of words. There are so much emotions hidden behind the words. So hard to be defined Ibohal Kshetrimayum January 28, 2019 at 9:09 AM Thanks Thum Chien Tien. Sorry for my late reply.

Thum Chiean Tien January 4, 2019 at 11:31 AM The imagery is creative, the way I like it. ;)