Those hidden drops
Those hidden drops My eyes were gathering over the vale, Where I saw the sky had dressed in rags; It had almost lost its azure flags Those broken clouds, asudden, in a gale Became pensive and looked weary And their fabricated face seemed dreary Oh! they lost their pride and vanity, When they went astray from their sanity But a wind tearing them asunder And the rumbling sound of thunder I can hear over the brow of the hill- As their lamentation,but their pale eyes fill Those hidden griefs as drops of rain And that flowing throu' the lashes of my pain VIPINS PUTHOORAN