some poems some life

teardrops

These raindrops are actually my tears,
falling with all my fears;

It might result in the rainbow at the end,
But it still includes the black clouds within them;

These drops will wash away the dirt, away the pain ,,
But can it remove the mask that has now become a stain;

Even if tried might not explain,
What if i cry will actually make me drain;

The pit-pat will bring joy to the earth,
But for me it will be a medium to blurt;

Even if try i might not come out,
Last but not the least I would still not be able to burn the hell cloud...