Your mood is unpredictable,
like the weather of a deep sea,
pleasant and favorable now,
the very next moment,
the firmament gets encircled,
with dangerous and devastating stormy clouds.
When your good mood changes its color,
your eyes become red with the reflection of
lightning,
the pitch of your voice appears strange,
your words hit my eardrums like thunder,
then I reach the condition of that boatman,
who continues to pray the unseen almighty,
while waiting for the storm to settle.
Uff, my mobile switches off,
Computer hangs off,
Mouth, ears and eyes shut up,
My pen dries up, uff.
good insight from a man with knowledge of a woman's psychi
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