Strokes Of Fortune

Drenching myself 

In sirimiri 

Is not a blooper, 

It is my madness 

To stand near your hostel 

And look at the window. 

Hoping you would come, 

I stand there for hours.

Jealous rain drops though 

Try to hinder 

And cool zephyr 

Try to break 

My temperature of love, 

I never refrain. 

Determining that 

Even your shadow 

Would appease my thirst 

And I would return, 

I stand there, 

I wait there for strokes of fortune.