Cloud roaring and blasting,
With sparkling of lightening,
Its storm dancing outside
Untimed, unseasonal blowing.(1)
Wind knocking outside my door violently
Wishing to be mixed up with
The storm playing within my mind
On being deserted by thee.(2)
I am sitting silently in this closed room,
My fate is also sealed like this room,
Pen dancing over paper Irrationally at its will
Depicting the condition of my mind
While tears dropping and effacing the writings.(3)
Do not know what will stop first
The storm outside the room
Or the rain drops of my eyes on your call,
Or the vibration of my heart,
Would come to its final halt.(4)
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