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Let it be grey.

It has never rained like this before,

I like it this way.

 

I don't care if it is night or day.

For all the times I have felt sore,

Let it be grey.

 

They will not come today.

No one will knock the door,

I like it this way.

 

There is nothing for me to say.

I want to listen to the clouds roar,

Let it be grey.

 

The wind whistles my stress away.

And I have nothing to cry for,

I like it this way.

 

My mind wanders away.

My eyes marvel at the downpour,

Let it be grey.

I like it this way.

 

Poem by Tanay Sengupta

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