Raindrops,
slithered
down his panting chest
Blood
thumping his veins
While
he, looked towards the scorching sun
for
raindrops
to
drown his soul
Raindrops,
transpiring
from the depths of his frame
sweet
drops of rain
or
something saltier?
Perspiration,
his sweat or his blood?
engulfing
his present
Raindrops,
making
his adolescence live up
Or
killing his childhood?
He
looks up, towards the heavens
Trying
to look for a face
Hoping
He would be satisfied by now
Vishal
Gupta
June
10th, 2014
