She descended to her knees
to bury her feelings
that turned futile
and started bleeding with suppressed emotions.
Immense teardrops leaked from her eyes;
the cumbersome rainclouds in her mind
destructively gyrated in their turbulent nature.
She cried a river,
with livid, tattered currents
silently flowing down her face
onto the isolated soil.
She wanted not to be the last leaf
on a tree before winter began.
© Nishka Ramkhelawan