The drain of rain

I wish I would know
By seeing you the feelings which flow
Makes a war between mind and heart.
In your life, am I a part?

You make me wonder
Am I a lavender?
Not for others but for you
All my anger gets threw.

You call me glad
As you make me mad
I call you an Anura
As you are my aurora.

I wish my wordings would come true
From my writing what I had drew.

                                      -Prachi