The claps of rain
The claps of rain
Swipe away my pain
The thickest sorrow
Which can’t live till tomorrow
May the rain wash
The dirt without any splash
But grievance inside me
Is dying because of unseeing yee
Mama told that life is
But dad called shit is this?
Am I shit to leave in drain
Or brush my sentimental rain?
I love you for the reason
With all forth coming season
Never knew did I mess
So, I won’t now confess.
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