There were no shadows,
Only bodies,
Close together,
Under the dancing rains.
The drops drenched the two souls,
Moving under the same skies,
They smiled at the healing drops,
Separated by a deafening distance.
Her mac played Madhaniyan,
His resonated Chal Diyay,
Till the dark grey skies
Could hear their cries
Of Joy and Pain.
The sky cried too,
Along with them,
The cry for freedom,
The cry for liberation
Of Joy and Pain.
The Sabarmati overflowed,
As she felt the wind,
Touching her unwanted skin,
Till she rinsed her heart
Of Joy and Pain.
The parched grass,
Amidst the tall concrete,
Where hundreds convocated
With great difficulty.
Where nights and days
Flowed freely,
Like the drops trickling
Down the grilled balcony.
Where the eyes met,
And lips could not speak,
Coldplay's Scientist
Did all the trick.
Drench you heart
With Joy and Pain
Drench your heart
Till it can feel again.
Take my heart
If you cannot feel
Take my heart
Before it stops to beat.
Let it breathe
Of Joy and Pain
Let my heart
Love you once again.
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