RAIN

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Sitting by the window panes

Wide open, I could see

The roaring rain,

It was nothing odd, in

This season of monsoon.

But the storm was inside me

The rain water gushing

Down the memory lanes!

Amidst the lonely street

I stood, with not

Even an umbrella,

All drenched, wet and soaked!

I walked through those

Empty paths,all alone.

Those vistas of life

Which so long had been

Full of energy and vibrant hue.

But now, it lies barren

Even the rains could

Not sprout a seed!

I stood there, all drenched

In the tears of my life.

Each drop of this rain,

Pierced through me

Like that brahmastra

Devastating me,

Shattering my soul into pieces!

Very small an event,

Too quick its pace,

Left nothing but

Destruction all around,

In my very own universe!

All around, I now see

Ashes, dust and charcoal,

Unhealed wounds and

A burning heart! Today,

When I’m groaning in pain

No medicines soothe me,

Not even this rain that

Washes my heart, body and soul!!