My Lonely Room

So nice to see you sweetheart once again, Let me recollect my forgotten old pains, Preen it, preen it and make it a fountain, Come on dear clouds, come on with the rains. Come on for a new wound with much bleeding, Come on to test a beloved and her healings, Come on to test my wings that is exceeding, The limits of my poetic and romantic feelings. Come on for the birds who want to fly, Come on to excite the winds for the mighty blows, Come on to interrupt their flight to the sky, Come on wild rains to force them to sit at my windows, Last time when a couple of birds sat on this shed, I lifted the pack of grains and spread it on the floors, A little afraid of me, starring at me at my bed, Finally in my room through the open window's doors. I started dreaming a love scene in my lonely room, They ate only a few grains meanwhile stopped the rains, A female bird as a bride and a male bird as a groom, Flew out giving me a wound with a lot of pains! My lonely room that hasn't seen a love scene since long, Is still lonely and is waiting for my ignorant sweetheart, But sometimes when I imagine my past and write a song, Showery winds enter my room and it becomes over smart.