Every single drop makes ripples ...
not just on surface ...
but deep inside ... my tender heart ...
triggering the silken waves ...
soft and shining ...
impulsing the whole body ...
to go insane.
The rain comes again ...
its the nature which is calling ...
but raindrops have vanished ...
instead, rosy pearls are falling.
best,
raghav
2 comments:
So rain has finally arrived in Chennai!
No, just rosy pearls...
P.S. How come I never got any love letters when you were in Chicago?
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