An Incomplete Dream

You could desist from thoughts I make
Beseech the rain to hit my body
So that it could wash away the sadness
And those mud splashes beset me,
Refrain from callous weeping of wind
Avid listen to your syllables,
That made me swing in the shrill of vowels,
Like the ingots you smuggled
And casks of wine you drank
Foremost stealth of your beauty
Pallid faces of flowers,
As they die in rain,
For yesterday’s rain swamped earth,
You sprang out of bed with a yelp
Every night with an incomplete dream
Prudence of being a human.

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