Flickering, shining, little tremors, <br />on the land of my heart, brief showers, <br />I'm obsessed with little now, <br />I'm afraid, greyed by a little more. <br /> <br />Jealous of bees, when it rains heavily, <br />the sky dressed, scantily, yet merrily, <br />a little of grey satiates the heavens, <br />and the glances of sun, satiate me. <br /> <br />You must be drenched too, 'tis rain, <br />desire, to touch every pearl, <br />along the way somewhere, where sky meets heaven, <br />briefly though, it must've met you.<br /><br />Zain Durrani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insipid-tremors/
