Bad Rain Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
Bad Rain
I feel drenched by the Bad Rain.
Happiness had left, all I feel is pain.
Moving forward is a slow process.
Rain turns to snow and gradually ice.
Looking for the Sun to give me some much needed traction.
Tired of my wheels just spinning around.
Many worries have bogged me down.
Want this frown to turn into a smile.
My wheels find grip and I'm off like a shot, paradise bound.
I Siddiqi 14.6.2014
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