An overladen sky forever pouring its heart out
To the parched soil waiting to be drenched in an otherwise sorrowful mood
It has arrived far too late for her to chase the blues
But has it not been a respite from the solitude -the noose?
Pleading and begging relentlessly through the thunder and lightening,
Making amends not realizing the vain ness of it all -genuinity not withstanding
Would the earth ever pardon the delay?
Understand my plight, and let me have my say?
I meant well and tried hard,
It wasn't my fault
It took me time to gather the clouds -thats all
I always had the passion and urge to meet you and drench you
I was poor then,
Thats all
Will you hug me with open arms?
For I want to be on time next year -promise you I shall!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem