I used to write poems in school (Secondary school) even though I was not good at it, but for the past 10 years I didn't have a reason to write a poem again. Well, probably that's not correct. I wrote a song for my first girlfriend in 2006, if I am not wrong. Ever since this was the first and the best I could do in years and it has an poignant background story which would probably go into the grave with me.
Its drizzling outside the window pane
I see sprinkled droplets around in pain
dry ground of cracked clay of my ticker
won’t get healed with misty drop of tear
its groaning and moaning on the inside
thundering and lightening outside
deaf and numb is the ticker on my side
I still do hear the agony but I cannot abide
Rain is ceasing, making the day bright and smile
rays of hope kissing the ground; making things naive
my ticker is blooming like a toddler chasing fireflies
I am listening to Lucas King, and its keeping me alive
Samandika
4/9/16
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