Dark clouds
Walking over my head
Inside my head,
Is full of dark yet clear thoughts
Parents run helter skelter
Screaming out names
Names of their offsprings
Calling them to seek refuge
Under their firm foundations
Floating solidly in the wind
Viewing from afar, I see
Some little ones paragliding
With pieces of clothes
Flirting around their waist
The sweet scent of the rains
Brings joy to our hearts
And same rain causes fear and panic
In the sight of these same people
The year is about to die
It has died several times before
Since the beginning of time
Without any tears from the clouds
So why the sudden change of attitude
Or perhaps 2019 is afraid to die
So 2020 can be born
Nobody can tell unless the creator
But in every thing we all can't wait
To see the face of the new year
Rain Rain go away, and don't come again another day
For we will need you again tomorrow
When the new year is born and 2019 gone

(Poems From The Graves)