When rain came,
In no particular order,
It washed away the idea of me
Drenching me to skin,
Till the cotton seeped into my skin
designing into the rain
a slimy clone of me
Around me, washed away promises
And limp memories floated away
With the rain, burning out fires,
that I had stolen from a burnt-out Sun
Leaving behind traces of maps
That I had carved into the
Remnants of yesterday and buried
In the broken fragments of tomorrow
But when light finally broke out,
I unlearnt the rain
And unshackled the love-knots
we had tied when we last met
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