The soul wants to be drenched
This monsoon it wants to be cleansed
Free from the sorrows of past relationships, it feels
Happiness alone now it wants to deal
Decided, it is ready to set the seal.
Standing under the heavy dark clouds
Ordering the sky to change the skin with colours of happiness
for which it shall be proud
Not just the skin but paint every wall with happiness
There should be no room left for longingness
Nothing from the toxic relationships should be of resemblance
This power will make the soul completely satisfied with its existence.