As the rain drops, it washes my sins away
As wind blows, it makes me pure like the never ending sky
As it washes me, it takes all my impurities away
As I dance in it, it makes me a child again
It makes me joyful, it makes me pure, it make me, like i was
Not adjusted in the society, but adjust the society how i want
Travel through the time, in the mesmerising past.
As the patts come to an end, as the cold fast blows calm down
I came to the present, with beautiful memories
Now getting myself busy, in this conjusted world
Not living anymore as myself, now there is no me in me
As the rain end, my feeling got washed away
Making me a slave, of this world again.
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Me & Myself
RandomMy poems are the story about inner us, how we feel in different situations & our attachment towards the nature. They are about LOVE MYSELF,as you don't have to run far to look for yourself as it is inside you just like a rien deer. My poems are bot...
