Many Rains Poem by Uma Pochampalli Goparaju

Many rains have passed
Since I remembered that
I am still alive, breathing
Yet, I can see that
I am dwelling, existing
Unable to be progressing
In the direction that I wish
I could be choosing,
After all the said and done,
No one can predict you
What tomorrow might bring.
If you want it, you will get it,
If you are not sure, what it is
You may never be sure that you
Would ever know What is it
Than you know now..
Many rains since I meditated
Figured out a direction,
that can lead to You! !