When the heaviest rains are descending over my head
I just sit and wonder how much I could enjoy under this fall
When skies above commence to bark at times
I stare and ponder how I could ignore this aggressive charm
When lights hung, are winking at night
I pause and tender their uncertain answers sometimes
When duties are mingled in several patterns
I embrace and conquer their petite pinch
When a half-baked toast is adorning my bowl
I sense and taste my baked slice
When the drought around sucks my greenery days
I wander and say, that I prefer the muddy brown
When I lost the ace at the finale second by the border
I smirk and dress up for the remaining combats
When the strings get broke into pieces, amidst all
I awake and hum the best note I caught
At times I could be a moon or a star
When trouble troubles.
Samala Rodrigo