Thursday, April 11

When it rains

When it rains,
The wind blows whistle,
The soil begets fragrance.
The birds chirp happiness,
The trees shed colour.

When it rains,
Birth brings desire,
Death relieves pain.
Flesh longs youth,
Soul spectates.

I never ask, I never seek
Memories easily banish me.
But, when it rains,
A corner, somewhere, in my heart
It aches, cries & grieves wistfully
Only, for that moment, I become human again.

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