Where were these clouds when i wasn’t home
and the roses in my garden were drying?
don’t they know,
all my roses are now withered,
and no showers will ever bring them to life again?
nectars from heaven now console the parched earth-
a million new blossoms will take birth
But amongst those buds which will abound
the petals lost before time, shall never be found...
and what about the ones waiting to be born?
these clouds didn’t turn up; they did never come
Now drenching in the rains as the desiccated form of earth cheers
Its spirit secretly sneers...
for mixed inseparably in the pouring drops
are the clouds’ hidden tears!
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