The first spell falls on the cemented floor,
The drops caresses the arid slope,
Melodious incantations flow,
From the strings of musical chord,
Budding a desire to all the tangible,
And inanimate things to crop.
Half soaked pasture ‘s indulgence,
With the dew drops,
The buoyant music causing germination,
To the torrid existence, and to,
thorny bush and its petals,
The sizzling melody of out pour,
Matches with my thunderous chaos,
Reverberating my hidden streams,
With your celestial image,
Ringing the bell of reminder,
I share with you, my enchanter.
The days of sunny weather,
We were together in the clasp of nature,
Our porous encounter breath ,
For the scoop of fresh oxygen,
Hours multiply with fractions,
Yet we wait eagerly to engross in romantic conversation.
The much awaited drops lashed,
My dry land is aware of your star cast,
My charmer you drove to another grassland,
Keeping my lonely soul,
waiting in starry surface, and,Singing the sad serenade with tears of heaven.