Oh ! dear you, first rain,
Your ferret is not seen in cloud
Inflicting me sporadically,
I am immobile.......
Loitering expectantly for your appearance.
In my lonesome hours,
Remembrance of the sensual gratification,
Hurts me.....blurs my vision,
I measure the depth of our longings,
We share together in the clutch of nature.
The solitary sky requires for condensed cloud,
To lash down in the bed of green,
Where once we build our castle of dream,
The rosy moments with abundance smile.
Added chlorophyll in dry grassland.
The touch of it erupted lava,
From the dormant volcano ,
Once camouflage its occurrence ,
Among the mountain range,
The engulfing fire of association,
Melted the heavy bosom of condensation.
The moments of bliss ,
Is now the silent lamentation,
The music of first rain is always,
Close to my mind
As it rings its bell time to time.