Sunday, 23 October 2016

The First Rain-3


You crept to my virgin world,
Through the sleek transom,
Carrying the fragrance of wet mud,
And with the
Hisses of cool breeze,
The first shower of monsoon rain,
Is smiling with winged rings,
The sensuous air knows how to,
Form a tight grip,
The language of spell generated,
Fire in the dormant fireplace.

The emerging fire,
from the furnace,
Announces with ephemeral excitement
The voice of love in clear tone.
The flicker of its essence ,
Has captivated my pulse rate,
The music of drip –drop cloud,
Amuses and whispers to my heartbeat.
---“The language of eternal love”.

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