• vaishnavimahe 6w

    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.

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