In thick dense smog that shadowed the mind
I waited for rain
To brush the thoughts
And aid the air to get inside,
To feed the heart and cleanse the blood
A relief that could soothe the itch in the throat,
a hurdle, a pain in the way of my call for help!
Drop by drop it came down
And washed the burden of the dense fog
Every inch of the flesh that covered the bones
Threw every flake of ashes that clung to them
But soul, oh that dark sad soul
was even more brightened by rain.
Oh! that soul, what chaos it holds
those flares and fires
Those waves in the gyre.
Oh! That soul, which spend days
Absorbing all the polluted air is a home,
a shelter to all the grief and sorrows
But what a beauty it unfolds
For every colour has its charm
but black is studded with a spark