The Rain

I DON'T KNOW WHO AM I ,
WHAT MY IDENTITY IS ,
MAY BE AN ANGEL OR A DEVIL BY HEART,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT RAIN IS ,
DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE IN IT,
I JUST WAIT WHEN IT WILL PASS AWAY.

HE  BROKE MY HEART FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL,
THEN AFTER; RAIN IS JUST ABOUT ,
PASSING AWAY THE STORM  .

HARD TO FEEL , HARD TO LOVE IS WHAT I FEEL 
                 FOR RAIN NOW,
IT'S JUST RAGE AND SORROW FOR ME BY HIM,
MAYBE BECAUSE OF MY KARMAS.

MAY THE RAIN BE HAPPINESS FOR THE FARMERS,
WHO WAIT FOR IT THE WHOLE YEAR,BUT
MORE YOU PAMPER , MORE IT POURS
AND ONCE AND FOR ALL
IT RUINS EVERYTHING.

THAT IS MY LIFE WITH RAIN ,
HOW I FEEL , SEE AND PLAY FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Agustin Avatar
September 28, 2024 at 5:35 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Gupta Avatar
June 20, 2016 at 12:42 AM
Grief pouring out in your rain ... Nonetheless what you have penned is good poetry ... Come what may, we have to live here and we have to die here ... So accept and live ... .
Silence Avatar
June 22, 2016 at 12:32 PM
yes, truely said. life is more about living in the present with happiness and joy as one moves forward.
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