Rain in SummerA Poem by Sangeeta Kar
I no more expect rain in summer,
But if it rains I drench With my heart and my body, Penetrated in the veins the shower Drifts in the blood. The sudden cloudbursts are like exquisite blossoms. I reckon the past the present the future In the flimsy beguiled moment of ecstasy. Yet raindrops are true. Your presence is no more expectable; But acceptable; In the soul and the body and the veins. You are not monsoon's rain, You are those sudden cloudbursts of summer. © 2018 Sangeeta Kar |
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