Yesterday, the raindrops fluttered shyly
and kissed the waiting ground.
The deep magenta dome of the sky
was carrying the hidden Sun in its bosom;
the moss green leaf quivered like a bride
as the errant breeze caressed its cheeks.
The morning, as pretty as the melody
with the mysterious songs of nature,
being soaked in its velvet soft layers.
I frantically longed to be a part of them too,
for all I wanted was, to be called as beloved
on this Earth.
and consumed your loneliness.
They had trickled down within me,
slow yet smooth, droplet by droplet,
making a malignant lump in my heart!
And now the wound oozes out puss
every other pore.