It's now dark
And pouring at its best;
Washed away faces
Washed away places
Washed away minds
On the road.
Drops of tar, falling from sky
Drops of yellow, blocking thy eye
I'm just, feeding the rain
I'm just, bleeding the rain.
Touch my heart
It's dry.
Touch my mind
It's not bright.
Walking on road
Soaking the rain
Searching my monsoon
Lost in my lane.
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