The rain drops today look like opium in their head
They all have gone mad,
They don’t sit on rose petals today.
They don’t make bubbles and
Look so restless more.
I want to get close to you today,
So that I can smell the beetle-nut in your mouth.
I wish I had few more fingers
To roll thorough your hair.
The emptiness that touches every cell of the breeze.
Today raindrops are so impatient,
Looks like they want to embrace the clouds again.
Kiss the cloud myriad and feel the warmth.
Father, I don’t want to come far away from you again.