Author: Sia Tuteja, Class X B
I stood under the weeping rain
and got drenched with it in sorrow
though I prayed and prayed to God
to put me back together
and this time stronger, please!
I can’t stop thinking,
my emotions are becoming like a whirlwind
my heart is heavy and my soul feels clueless
my thoughts are scattered and it’s nothing but a mess
My thoughts are like rivers that flow
mostly rapid and sometimes slow
are they till the winds change, or till the tides turn?
But no, they continue to flow even after the first snow.
But I don’t want to think anymore
At least God, not today please,
I want to be strong, but this time stronger, please!!
