The Rain Of Heavenly Moisture! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I thought that you'd say me a tearful farewell
but you hid your face till the last minute.
"You bid bye and leave", said the ringing-bell;
When I waved my hand, you moved not a bit.

O my God! Your looks and smiles were all false!
I don't feel the ire as your face isn't a rose.
But the wrath of being cheated deeply mauls
as I'm beaten to fall in life without foes.

Is your face the silver moon shining
to paint the world in flawless white and peace?
Your manners farce makes not me pining
But the sore you made in my heart will not cease!

With no rain on my cheeks of heavenly moisture
I'm gone with no one to heal my inner fracture.