A puddle explains my life better
I’ll be soon still but just a later
It sometimes get ripples and waves
In the rainy days above the graves
I am disgusted, hated and ripped
With inner soul never being sipped
I got moment once I remember
It was the touch of a green tender
But I become still again
And wait until the next rain
I was once spilled out with joy
By the little kids playing
But now they refuse to return
As I am turning into soil
When I feel myself, and twinkle the light
And become sparkling in their eyesight
But I got forgotten once again
And wait until the next rain
Not a chaos that why they lost
The last hope to meet and greet
The last time they touched me
Were nothing but their feet
Now that doesn’t hurt me anymore
I consider it as a matter of adore
But Rather say I hide my real pain
And wait until the next rain
By — Aasif Khan
