Poem by Sunita Paul
Raindrops are falling on my window
Teardrops are falling from my eyes,
But each drop has a story to tell,
They are not mere lies.
The pain and the scars
Which may have faded in my bruised heart
But still some days as the heavy burdened clouds
My tears too roar out loud.
As the sky in love with the earth,
When in agony, falls as drops of rains,
My heart too sometimes burst apart
And break from my eyes in pain.