With endless rain pouring on my head

*With endless rain pouring on my head, I built a shelter small,
The moonlight came late at night, soothing yet burning it all.
Some words floated on the breeze, some sank in the sea,
Some words suffocated silently on the walls of memory.
Now I am a frozen daughter of burnt clay, asleep in a foreign land.**

**Those days were untamed, my heart spun in a storm,
The monsoon of our first meeting came with clouds to adorn.
When the language of the heart became the language we spoke,
The chaos of my city held me captive, as dreams awoke.**

**Silent afternoons in a still city, just a room to survive,
A boat floats deep within the lake where my sorrows dive.
Is this the joy of love—lonely and alone?
The wild winds I dreamed of now hide what they’ve shown.
Breaking through the veil, everything blended in the crowd,
Now I am a frozen daughter of burnt clay, asleep in a foreign land.**