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My Shed In The Rain

Jul 17, 2023
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Updated: Jul 29, 2025

By Sandeep Patil


I find you so pretty


I find picking dried leaves like picking my broken piece


I find your waves and breeze overseas


I find these flowers and your heart everblooming


following my heart I never thought about thinking


Sitting in a train you're the seat next to windows and panes


Hoping for voyage I found the wind held me to a treasure with your name


in the ship on the top of the mountain or down in the water stream


I found your value that no one could see


And when you smile I have my eyes stuck in your eyes


And when you laugh you have my landscape finish with dyes


When you sleep you show your soft and tender heart through those tight string you've been hanging


Hiding it, I see it through your smile your happiness confined in captivity


And your life moving with someone else serenity or state of sanity


I wish your heart would steer to the shores of my hands


Fillings your mind with hopes and guilt


You always end up looking at your legacy you failed to build


And looking at your shoulder you have two or more things to deal


If life was a place to learn where were the wooden boards and missing piece


I wish you were next to me even it's just in my dreams


But it's just my last arrow that I'm afraid to miss


I hope that you realised how beautiful we could've been


But a city light from inside is not pretty as it seem


But for one moment if you were mine I would've loved you like


Fathers love that has held unriped


Mothers tear that has held inside


Friends touch when you're at your darkest night


I'd reannounce my heart to your heart until it feels the ledge I'm prepared to height


To feel your love and to hide you from the world and his insinuating sights


By Sandeep Patil








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