The rain brings in the gloom
and the flower of sadness blooms
the presence most treasured
and the promises assured
into my head they linger deep
and into my bones these feelings seep
a deep sigh escaped
for all the dues I had paid
when will this vow be fulfilled
and my cup of joy be filled
copiously flowing
happiness radiantly glowing
but reality I must face
for I have to finish this race
before these chains break
a mask of happiness I must make
someday I will be away
far from these clouds of gray
Monsoon
Published
Buhay Gulaman 