FURY OF THE SENSITIVE

I better not lament -
No! no! I better not!
I shall woo joy, like-
Like the world does- Others do.
I must be spared of the thoughts.
For, it is better to understand
Than to realise. It is better to-
Laugh and cry, than smile.
I must buy happiness-
I hear, it sells in the shop
The shop where women
Put themselves on display.
No. I should not be lamenting.
I will have them, instead of...
Loving you. What difference will it make?
Oh! None! None!
Well; well; I should now clean up.
Prepare and arrange
For the night is on; and
I cannot stop it from running.
Let's dance!They say,
"The Party's On".
Am I Off ???
No! Shut those thoughts
Into Pandora's Box.
Guess No one hears the sound.
See the night sky -
Disco lights illumined
And the wind smells...of cocktails.
Enough! I must say!
Screams disturb. Sleep breaks.
Can I have a few pieces ?
Stray-dogs stare at me.
Habit had stopped thier bark.
It's only you and me, Dark...
Can't you put the clouds together again ?
Make it rain! Make it rain , I say !
Rain ! Rain ! Rain !
Let me drain ! drain ! drain !