The silence and moisture in the air,
Indication of her arrival.
I look at the sky and I see you;
May be my romance is in the medieval.
She eases onto my face,
the drop of life shines on me.
My breath is one with my eyes;
I chuckle as I see.
In few moments, she increases her tempo;
The bells in her anklet, sings in earthen flavor.
She permeates through my body in style-
Her onset is a divine's favor.
Her jaded locks of clouds,
And the nosering of partial sun.
Her touch cleanses my heart and soul,
The dance of the water goddess has just begun.
Anand Bora
