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Jail Like Room...

Jail Like Room...
A beautiful girl in a white t-shirt, on a black background behind the glass.

I am all alone in my jail like room,
Watching the pelting rain and missing the moon,
Stars are absent today in my attendance,
As I keep watching clouds in my grievances.

Only rain sings sadly falling in the drain,
With every drop of rain I see my pains,
Floating in the ocean of my tearing heart,
Whilst rain bashes the beauties of the earth.

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Marine of thoughts gush deep down my brain,
Whilst rain pelts in the drain,
I keep watching rain kissing the flower,
And happily grasses are taking a holy shower.

Rivers are crying on the laps of the motherly earth,
Feeling cold at night craving for a burning hearth,
Hiding Stars torch a way for clouds to soar in blue,
For their love is truly true.

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I keep admiring the flashes of incoming lights,
From sky to illuminate my murky night,
I catch every strike of light kissing my window,
Inhaling an intoxicating aroma of soil of the meadow.

I want to watch rain for the entire night,
Falling in love with romance of lights,
Reminiscing my good old days,
Until clouds settle down in the bay.

©® Bagawath Bhandari
WIP ADMINISTRATOR
BHUTAN