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.
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