Treasure Island

Rohan Roy

(03-07-1992 / Kolkata)

I Have Seen The Rain


I have seen the rain
I tried touching it again and again
I never wanted to bear such pain
I tried being perfect
But it was all in vain

I have not cried ever since that day
May be my heart was moulded with clay
One last thing i wanted to say
In my worst nightmare i never thought
that one day you would go away

After everything had broken apart
I wanted to have a fresh start
From the core of my heart
I never imagined ever
That oneday you would depart

Being defeated yet I did not accept defeat
Someday or the other we will surely meet
The moment may or may not be sweet
But i couldnt believe, that oneday
my life you would quit

Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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