Slaps at my face.
The rain hits me like a thousand cold knives.
Where is the peaceful drizzle I usually
see and feel?
Or am I just blowing this out of proportion
too?
Like everything I do.
Pondering about my life as I run,
And-
the rain continues to stab my face,
And-
the thoughts about of you continue to stab my
soul.
let me say again and again the same words from the core of my heart that..love the logics expressed in this poem with a good idea.. I went through few of your poems and loved them too..you are good poetess and hope you never stop writing and add more poems.. this poem is good and love it..hope you like my poems too.. and let me know if they also touch your heart.. I am basically a peace wisher poet with 6 books published... I am a peace dreamer, love-based peace promoter... hope you be with me... let me share here one of my own famous say with you... ( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq )