Rain How well you rhyme with pain Some times, down the clouds And sometimes down the eyes Of a damn, dumb, in-love boy And less frequently down the eyes Of those lucky, with overflowing joy For some, you are no sun And for some, you are just fun For me You are one thing of the many That reminds me of her As I think ‘Will it raining at her place? Would she be watching it? Or getting wet Or asleep Or busy studying. Would she be thinking of me? Nay…nay…why will she think of me? Who am I to her? She doesn’t even find a good friend in me. And why am I using the word good in front of friend? Why do I love her than? So much… It isn’t her fault that she dislikes me. I must be worth just that It isn’t my fault either I didn’t push myself in love It just happened.’ Hey rain Just imagine You make me think so much of her And as I am thinking As if the outside wasn’t enough You drop down my eyes Then I laugh at my foolishness What a life, what a mess I wipe the drop off my face And stare at you Till you drop again. | |
11:59 p.m.-7 November-99
