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When I am all drenched by a soulful music,
I feel like I want to be something exactly like that to you.
I was fascinated by the circles formed when the rain drops hit the puddle, just like how my heart starts to pound with your gentle touch.
I can whisper my desires to the wind.
It will gust and make a flurry of my secrets,
touch your face and blow through your hair.
Well even after having my brand new glasses
for my innocent eyes that are myopic,
I realise that I still fail to see a society
whose vision I wished to be utopic.
There’s more to the meaning of a war
than just what it appears.
It’s beyond just winning or losing it
It is also some blood and some tears.
Well you know, treat us good if you want favours.
We’re no Nike, we’re Prada!
Remember, if we shoes could speak,
your journey would be a saga!
Disguising myself in the rain
I seem quiet and meek
People see them as rain drops
but tears roll down my cheek
“To get soaked in the inks she bleeds”,
is the only desire he wished and grew.
He embraces all her colors with genuine love,
be it an inflamed fiery red or the serene blue.