Old Rain Poem by Vinoop Fredy

For me, the rain is as old as me and my tear for sure.
There was a time, when my tears got mixed with
the drizzle which the world drank and got poisoned.
It is the same old rain in my life trail I drank, with thirst.
All enters the old rain from Love and devastation,
Each trail of life leads to rain like the roads to Rome

Never grand the ages are than the sagacious clouds,
Never me and never you who turned to me and went apart.
Never me and never you my shadow, we are just jesters.
Get wet; we have to in the old rain which still persists.
The old rains making me harder and harder than yesterday
And in the new rains ‘am just finding what I lost.