The Pain Of Monsoon Poem by sarath sasi

She was neglecting me
The doubt remained same in me
The cold winter of the December
She behaved same in the spring
And her soul has become hard
And hard as the season changes

I was searching for my soul
In the deep blue night
Then I heard my soul cry from
one golden gate of heaven

The reality was that
Without that soul, I was helpless
I can't make my dreams
Eventually, I forgot the words
Which I earned from long war
Between god and human being

I was trying to open that golden gate like
Angry young thunderstorm
But my soul lavender was
Sharing her beautiful warm with
Her lover god from heaven. and he was crushing her breast
And she started to sing like vampire
From the desert covered with thrones

And the black-bearded god of evil
Was always in search of
The sweet virgin wine
Of the lovable young lavender
And again peeped in their
Orange Warm room filled lust

That evil lover never wanted
To here the hurted words of
The little young thunderstorm
They were passionately loving each other
And I was crying my soul
Which is locked up in golden room

Then I had one smoke and it
Showed me the hell to heaven
From the clear sky to water
And at the end of sad monsoon season

And the young thunderstorm
Learned the lesson and reality of life
And I anymore want to be attached
To other creature of mother nature
And I never want to share
Word to the ugly animal in the world
Only light was with me in my bad days
And tried to be normal as other
But my soul was hurting again and again
And it started to bleed red blood
It still pain to be a young thunderstorm
Still hurting