The rain poured,

Carrying away the bits of my heart;,

Purifying my soul,

Making me whole;

The rain poured,

With droplets trickling down my body,

Carrying my pains,

Enlivening my veins;

The rain poured,

With sharp, curt stabs of rain drops;

Taking away my emotions,

And my needy dependence;

The rain poured,

On the insecure flower inside me,

Whispering in my ear,

“learn to live alone dear”;

The rain poured,

Revealing the truth with an advice,

Its time to cut of those ties,

One is born alone and alone one dies.

Copyright 2018 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh )