The scorched earth and the burning me,
both waited until it rained finally;
You as the beads of myriad shapes,
got soaked to our hearts slowly.
People might presumed you as
the first monsoon of this year;
But we only knew that it’s ‘Amrit’
with dracular smile wrapped in thunder.
P.S. Birthday wishes to someone, on the day of first rain of this season, making me nostalgic of those loving days and some dreams remained to be unfulfilled for the rest of this life.