On one monsoonal day,
I entered the suburb;
bits of water floating in the air,
But in the mean time,
they do some good,
that no one can,
revive my mood.
Water cluttering the ground,
i love that noise,
kids carrying umbrella,
i love human turning tortoise,
i was relishing my way,
in the eon of drizzles,
in came a moment,
that made my day;
She was walking to me,
her curves unveiled,
through the pall,
the monsoon had drenched her all,
the ecstasy in me had seized it all,
now the monsoon was looking pall,
lucky were those, those drops,
that her body was kissing,
may be i cud live the moment,
those drops were living.
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