The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
One doesn’t notice the sun
Until one begins to sweat.
And one doesn’t appreciate the wind
Without sweating.
You were always there.
But I never felt like it.
You are still there;
But you trouble me.
Hanging around with them
Big boys,
Shaking your hips for those men-
Those drunk men.
Maybe I never gave you
Your space.
I was always there
To hug,
To kiss,
To comfort,
To remove some oddity from your face.
But these men,
These drunk men
Give you the space to dance,
To express.
I feel your existence profoundly
When you're not there.
But instead of waiting for the wind,
I decided to go out
Naked.
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