The sky too could not hold it for long
the clouds though cried rain drops often.
The arcane pain of the sky,quite excruciating
only my bruised psyche could comprehend.
The heavy flakes of snow in aggression,
the huge burden of scars the sky had concealed.
Every thing on the earth is grieving for the pain,
birds are gloomy,trees are barren and the busy ants silent.
Will it's bosom feel light now
or it still has a lot in it to let go?
I wonder !