Wounded Poet

In the rainy season, one young man was standing under the rooftop of the terrace. He was watching the first rain of rainy season. Recently, his girlfriend had given a break-up slit on his heart. His facial expressions were so sorrowful—like someone might have sucked a soul out of his body. As he was about to pen down his inner soreness… a naked kid rushed up on the terrace with full joyous chirping… Yay… Rain…!! And then he wallowed on the floor like a cat.

Seeing the five-year-old neighbor kid enjoying the bath in the rain – a smile tucked on the corner of his lips for a moment, and then the emotional anguish of his heart blown up on his face and the smile wilted away.

Naked kid danced in the rain and asked, “Uncle Uncle... why do the rain is raining from the clouds?"

The wounded poet looked up at the sky with a gloomy face and answered, “Rain is raining because the clouds cannot bear the weight of the water…” saying this, he sobbed in the memories of his lover.

The kid was so pleased to see the wounded poet crying, instead of being serious. He giggled and danced in his immense joyous way—and asked, “…And tears? Why would the tears rain in the rain even when such rain is raining?”

He walked a few steps further to get wet in the rain. The tears mingled into the rain. He spread his both hands and with the poetic way. He dipped a pen in his freshly injured heart wounds and then he answered, “Tear's rain rains because the heartache of disregarded relations is not ready to bear more pain...” and then he fell down on his knee and screamed his lungs out to empty the heartache.