I didn't bump onto her during a roadside stroll,
but did match with her in Tinder scroll.
The raindrops to the dry land does the same,
as to me the phone screen flashed with her text and name.
Delicacy of the air can still be felt;
sigth of her, tucking behind few hair strands made my heart melt.
The air started to blow terribly,
with it blew away the raining clouds awfully.
little did I know,
my misfortunes were on row.
As the raindrops from earth did depart,
likewise she left me tearing all my love apart.
Once the suicide that seemed easier,
is now a load to me crazily heavier.
Had a hope of making her my wife,
alas! now struggling in the ICU bed to hold onto my life.

© Tanisha Taskin