The bath is my confession
and the water my worship
where I wash away my sins
committed deliberately or without
Clean the wound inflicted by others
The dirt of my mind
over that of my body
and draw strength
for the entire day
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As the city is besieged by heavy downpour,
I refuse to stand beside the window
and fly through the stairs
to the site of action
and get drenched trying
to capture the chilly rain
I get momentary blinded
by the forceful showers
I beckon to the shivering birds
to delight in the water
before seeking the shelter
of their nests
