The rains-1

From heaven

The teardrops fall from above and high,

As the sky heaves a trembling sigh,

From a trace of a pain ,

To an angst that's thick and dense,

Ceaselessly, see how darkly it rains,

O how it rains!

On earth

The wounds run deep,

The pain and angst stealthily seep,

As through the cracked earth the rain,

Through my tired veins,

My heart stains,

O how it stains!

© 2009 Rituparna Das