My meadow was dry and
barren,
I looked towards the
sky with hope of rain.
You appeared unbidden
with your precipitation,
And peppered on me
voluntarily in profusion.
The porous of my soil
fulfilled their longing,
The seeds underneath
my soul sprang into being.
My smile spread in
abundance through my shrubbery,
Twitters of passer-by
birds titivated the scenery.
Now that my field is
accustomed to your precious presents,
Graceful dance,
melodious music and nutritious contents.
You want to evade me
with your alibi of emptiness,
Disown and desert me
in the midway of our romance.
In order to flirt and
flood, yet another pasture,
Nurture and destruct with
your cunning nature.
If you did not truly
loves me from the core of your heart,
Moreover, was not a
permanent patron of my desert,
Then why have you
been so much graceful to me?
Why have you raised my
hope and trust in thee?
Why you were so keen
in nurturing my nature?
You cannot sideline
yourself anymore from my future.
It’s full, fruitful
and fulfilled only with your showers.
Without you I have nothing in me no color, no glamour.
If you still are
rigid, intransigent and selfish in your moves and nature.
Then leave peacefully
and let me die, I do not want to live anymore.
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