the sun does not shine
sometimes
paying respect
to the gloomy mood
of the day
when it rains and rains
till nighttime
and some of us who
are in the same mood
as a grieving earth
fully understand
the reasons for
a lamentation....
as we listen to the rain
and sit alone in a room beside
the window
somehow we are relieved
on that
great feeling that
we are not
alone in all these
tribulations
and then we cease
the sorrow
as we share a smile
to the passing wind
which too reminds
us
that everything
everything
sorrow or even joy
is simply
a passing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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