Rain And Renunciation Poem by punsara amarasinghe

When the rain comes with
Aeolian spirit........
My mind awakes my grit..
But,
I am a brat
with out a wit......!
My tummy is crying
in bloody hunger.....
My mind is fussy with
Uncertain desires..........
Rain incites me to achive them..
Desires are wicked,
And deeper than
The gravity of rain....
But,
My feasibility is low
To appease them.....
Thousand of sensual feelings
are stimulating in my mind..
With unsatisfication,
And titilation......
Good lord,
My lust is stronger than
The lightinning in sky........!
Rain is short and speed,
But
My desires are wide and wild...
No way to tame them......
Except,
The 'renunciation'.....