The rain drops whisper,
The story of my life,
The spaces of my hurt,
The words of my healing,
And of my lost emotions,
Which vanished behind those for smiles;

The rain drops whisper ,
The flame of hope,
Burning in my heart,
Kindled with pain,
Waiting for a sunrise,
To bloom the crushed bud of my heart,

The raindrops whisper,
Perhaps one more time,
Giving me back my tears,
And a spontaneous smile,
Giving me a new life,
Making me alive giving back my soul .

Copyright 2020 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)