TRIUMPH OVER SORROW

It’s a dark blue day and I’m feeling under the weather.

My friends are calling me out to play,

But I can’t hold my emotions together.

Feels like I’m saving it for a rainy day,

But it doesn’t feel okay to them anyway.

You swore on every star ,and Sold me down the river.

Each day goes by and each night I cry.

It’s the end of the monsoon, Oh almighty!

The grief you rained on me,

Now it’s time to bloom myself fast,

And live happily with the blossom of dusts.

Can feel the smell of the scent ,rushing through my vein.

Can hear the sound of euphoria,falling from this heaven.

Droplets are angels which came through the rain,

Washing away all my tears ,aint no more “smile in pain”.

Now I hold a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

Which will never leave me, will stay like my shadow.

Now, the triumph over my sorrow is visible through my window,

Which shines in paradise like bright oxen meadows.