Raindrops fall on my nose
Engulfing my tears in their flow
Raindrops sink into my skin
Dousing the fire that burns therein!
Thunder rolls loud and boisterous
Above my head
As if, it were the drum roll of moral laws
Reminding me that the suffering that whirlpools around me
Is merely because of my past actions;
Dark and harmful ones!
Pray, wonder I, do I even deserve a life?
Would it not be better to have merged
Into the space dust,
Enjoying the state of silent rest
Soothing, peaceful and stable,
Having not to face the arrows of emotions?
But then, the mayhem stops and rose,
Next to my feet,
A crystal clear rainbow, on which birds slide
While butterflies make love to each other,
All accompanied by jazzy piano tunes!
Pray, if the grey season ends with such a grand show
Then, maybe I should simply learn
To wipe, from my essence,
My own cultivated negativity
So as to be able to welcome the purity
Of the rainbow when it shall deem that
It is now time for it to sprout from my soul
So that I may use it to allow others to enjoy its show!