Wednesday, April 8, 2015

RAIN IN MAH CITY


I can feel it,
The rain in mah city
That’s thousands of km away from here
I can smell the fresh muddy aroma
Of sand and lanes full of peer
I wish I was there
To jump in mah imaginary puddles
Of giggles and furry
Emotions and expressions
And feel life’s solid saddle
Its dead like
This strange feeling of immortality
Where nothing lives and nothing dies
Fie!! Material city
Practical people, sudden decisions
Plastic faces in affinity
Aah! I miss my homeland
My mother and my city.


Written by - Mystical Wanderer

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