| It has been raining And raining Since days And I have been thinking of you again. Since then I have closed the windows And let the rain write a Tumult of tremor patience Of lips holding secrets You had carved once All over me. Once we had Made love In the rain You whispered of the windows Guarding the sun And a distant storm That would imprison us Some day Galloping in Another sky Faraway. by Dr. Amitabh Mitra |