Prison

From the prison of sky,

The cloud becomes unsuccessful

To escape,

He is beaten black and blue,

He screams in pain

And becoming the tear 

From his eyes,

I fall down as rain drop.

The life of my dictionary gets the start,

The hot Zephyr meets me in the way

And she steals the coldness 

from my body.

I meet again the dry tree,

I render my touch

To give new life.

The tree smiles

And I go ahead.

At last, I unite with 

My awaiting lover, the soil.

I disappear 

To give her petrichor

Of life.