Sunday, December 27, 2020

My fantasy with Rain

 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

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