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My heart is crying thousands of rains
But still it seems on you vain,
Nevertheless it can’t drench even small of you,
Waiting for the season when your words will be mine,
And yours will be my pain,
Ohh! I think I have to loose me some more,
My hopes are like fallen leaves on the road,
Getting pale, decaying and emotionless,
But yet your longing doesn’t let them rest in peace,
Shaking, jerking here and there like heirless deceased,
The dark inside me is darker than new moon,
Who has hope to be brighter soon,
A gust of wind is prickly like thousands of arrows,
Who are aiming the hunt of perched sparrow,
Your memories residing within me such as termites,
Every time they gnaw me every passing minute,
But at least they are with me like day and night….
Soulful poetry and thought 