In An Unmindful Way

In an unmindful way, Lipi is watching the rain. And I am going to Lipi. I asked, where are you Lipi? And Lipi answered She is in rain. It is Lipi's morning, It is Lipi's day, Undoubtedly I can say. I must say Lipi herself is the rain, Who is crying for What she has lost. What Lipi possessed Is not sufficient Lipi casually told me yesterday. Lipi is in the reflection, Lipi is in punctuation, Lipi is in meditation, But Lipi is unmindful, I dare not to ask Any question further To Lipi or to anyone here, My fear fears Lipi only.