The Unproblematic problems🧡

Will the rain ever know the serendipity it making by giving its presence?

It smells divine once it touches the soil ground with glass drop grass,

It breaks all those barriers, and black clouds, only to rush the Earth,

After hearing whispers of words from the silent soil, "I Miss You Love";

Oceans are meant to be my character, It is calm, scintillates waves, 

Deep love, Not convincing, dangerously destroyable, if you torture it.

It drank those who were challenged and cried year after year by keeping,

Regrets every day knowing no one can see its tears as it blends in water.

Flowers have girly personalities and ravishing sights that are purely divine!

Debauchedly vitiated that it forgot to emanate a sweet smell that it belongs;

People forget that they cannot be good in all stories, some suck unimaginablely,

Some are forgivable but punishable and tells us the new version of us;

Have you ever considered others' lives and asked their stories,

They are waiting for someone to find their securely hidden treasure.

They are afraid of opening up to the wrong one, but those held secret,

And carried to the grave as there is no such true person alive or dead,

Every people will have their own story and they have their own enemy;

It is either you fight along with them or against them is your choice,

Accepting all at once may be difficult but trying to experience all with them?

Is what people need most in this world, Am I wrong?

Every day is new to everyone, just like you they are waking up with dreams;

And are unsatisfied with the environment again sleeping with dreams,

Dreams are the dreams that the dreamer would dare to dream of getting out;

No dream is also a biggest dream. Am I a devil dreamer?

Have you ever been you and regretted never being you, as that you;

Never brought a good name to you that you ended up being the unknown you?

Will those buildings know, someone's love along with memories that it holds,

Did the painting ever complemented the painter for making it worth living.

Have the poems know what the poet is going through while writing it?