A drop of rain
Turned me on.
Is somebody coming
To drag me through the
Mystic paths of unknown Love?
What I got from the nail tips of the rain
were some admonishments, and sighs.
Could those rain drops
Rob the lust from my eyes?
Like an organism,
The rain drop beckons me,
But I could never see
The rain at all.
Rain is like idols of shattered life.
Still my mind did not calm down.
On each glass piece of the shattered mind
Seeking the rain, I gaze into the sky and the mind.
I wish my love
Showered down as rain.
