The Waiting (Dakrua)

there are clouds on rwd horizons, clouds carrying rain as my eyes face the sky, raindrops stain my face and blend with tears flowing copiously from inside a question bleeds in my heart how could I be loved if, for you, I've only been able to be nothing the nothing of wrath that obscures the senses and puts out the lights of love with its icy blows the rain has stopped clouds go away a ray of light hits me making me blind after all, the sky always clears up, and as the clouds vanish from the sky they go away from my heart tired of suffering and still waiting for a sunray