Rain and Pain
After a long, it's again rain.
Drip-drip sounds on my window pane.
Sounds of thunder and its bolt's stain.
The sky is aching, roaring, and releasing pain.
Drip-drop rain, on my window pane.
Stay sometimes, I want to wet again.
I want to calm down all my desires,
for now, it's time to make everything an end.
Nothing but my poetic self will sustain.
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