My rain.

It was a pleasant day

She felt pleasant at heart

Red lipstick smothered her lips

Oh! What an art

For he, she embraced her wounds

Her sadness and her thoughts

She closed her eyes, fraught misery

Each day she fought

The teeming water did little

It only inflicted pain

For he had always forenamed

That, “You are my rain”.

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The meek one!

The consistent ache was crystallising her soul,

Stopping her breath, digging deep holes,

She was that fire,

that could burn the forest,

Tried taming her misery, the harsh wind chorused,

The consistent ache was because of him,

She had waited too long, loosing all in a blink

She was now ,

a feather too weak, 

flying aimlessly, considered too meek!

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