i sometimes think the thunder is the sky raging
for some unrequited passion
the li
gh
tn
in
g
is its showing
the gashes in its heart
bright shining silvery blood
splattered across for all and sundry to see
but for no one to understand and feel
an ache unrecognized must be
so much heavier a cross to bear
with no one to nurse or heal or care
the sky must be lonely up there
all it can do is roar and thunder
acting out its anger
the moon and the stars just stare on
unblinking sentries keeping watch
from too far
and when I think like that I feel my worries slip away
no longer afraid of the thunder and lightning
its just a poor hurt boy
crying his heart away
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
15.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
i sometimes think the thunder is the sky raging
for some unrequited passion
the li
gh
tn
in
g
is its showing
the gashes in its heart
bright shining silvery blood
splattered across for all and sundry to see
but for no one to understand and feel
an ache unrecognized must be
so much heavier a cross to bear
with no one to nurse or heal or care
the sky must be lonely up there
all it can do is roar and thunder
acting out its anger
the moon and the stars just stare on
unblinking sentries keeping watch
from too far
and when I think like that I feel my worries slip away
no longer afraid of the thunder and lightning
its just a poor hurt boy
crying his heart away
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
15.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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