Play Of Time...
After the scorching heat, when it pours down,
Everyone is overjoyed, calmness is found.
The farmers watch with pride,
Their fields, so beautiful, in sight.
The kids, playing with paper boats, are so satisfied.
Everything that comes in view is beautified.
When everyone is busy, experiencing the rain,
I stare at the spectacular scenery, with my thoughts arranged in a lane.
I shudder, thinking of everyone who cheated me,
And who included me in every part of their awful deeds.
They think I can't perceive,
What they say, whom they deceive.
C'mon, I'm not a kid -
I can make out all the disgusting acts you did.
But, just like every raindrop washes off the silt,
Even I cleanse off all the dirt hurled at me, at my emotions.
But don't dare to imagine I pardon you or your dirty creations...
It's just the play of time,
Today it's yours, tomorrow's mine...⌚