It Rained on
The road last night (hard and unending it seemed),
on the lone lamppost outside my window.
It rained last night on the broken fairytale
On my window sill. (almost everywhere)
It rained on my dreams. (and they melted!)
And some others sprouted. (So soon I thought)
Where the road now,
Where the window.
I am naked now.
A little bruised here and there. (and all can see!!)
But I have said all this before.
And I have cried out the same name, (again and again and again….)
And I have said this all before.
And I have…..
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