Rain at night

O rain

drop from the distant heights

unending till you die

oft slowing but unpaused

as if crying without a cause

the drenched leaves do not stop

your shower from atop

O let me know your heart

what keeps you up at night

Teach me how to start

a relentless fight

I may win or I may fall

I may weep through the turns of war

Poor blood may streak my eyes

My heart may thrum like flies

But so long as you still pour

on the vanquished plains of yore

I will all harsh pains endure

remembering your smile.

• Raman Butta