Again as the day passed
In the pitter patter of rains,
Again as I sat at last
In a lonely corner to daze
All I feel is a weird tear
A tear in my spirits
Yet what holds the fabric tight
Is a light within the spirit.
I daze and gaze at the day as it passed
Dazed and gazed for hours
Innately, the rhymes I pen flow
Innately does thee his bliss showers
And Lo! I see myself alone - pensive with my thoughts
Dazing and gazing at the skies that fall
Dazing and gazing at Indra's halls.
Slowly, Sombre as I feel today
But the rains wash the girth
Melancholy of a pensive past
In melancholy I see a spree.
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