The sky laid with thundering clouds, Resembles my shuddering heart full of doubts. The pitter-patter of the pitiless raindrops, Is like the sound of my trickling teardrops. The threatening waves in the ocean, Resembles my puzzled-up emotions.
My desires are suppressed, I have lost all zest, I need some rest, Does it suggest that I am depressed? I think I am depressed, I think I am depressed.