Summer Rains

Not only then as the fragrance of a freshly kissed Earth

Burnt by the scorching Sun till yet

I love you without expecting, without measuring

Without declaring �" the silence of a moonlit night

 

I love you then as my heart beats

Without thumping, warming my chest

Raising in a body a longingness

To reach the essence of You

 

Truth then be: without pretending nor wanting to

I love you like the wandering soul of a weather beaten road

Loves the wanderlust of a traveler

Giving and in the act of giving �" living

 

© Siddhartha.mohapatra