To tell the rain

To tell the rain
That love was out of ego
 All of the promises and journeys
Grand misunderstandings

But knowledge still brings a smile
But rain does not even ask why

Just a drop falls on my hands
Death bound it stays  there
and hides its face with me
 in the dirtiest of gutters

And now our relation demands  bleaching powder
And now rain is called contaminated  water