Drenched Sunday, yes that was amazing
Monsoon night, in the heavy rain,
our first
Meeting instant, treasured turning
point
Waiting beneath the Gulmohar* tree,
Deserted street, near the public
park, in
First look we had fallen in love,
strangeness
Busted very soon while rain was
continued,
Walked together, shelter of your
ragged
Umbrella could not save the inner
flare!
We felt unseen attraction, you said
be stay
Near, otherwise sneezing to be
attack,
I laughed, found delicate hand
pulling my
Shoulder arm that nearness changed
-
Completely life, I could not sleep
on that
Night, I moved on the edges of a
strange
Circle bejeweled with crystalline conic
beauty!
In the next twilight, sky was
clear, the
Promise honored by your beautiful
entrée
In my unoccupied life, in the far
away, blue
Mountain inhabitant, the
streetlight were
Looking as a diamond necklace is forgot by
Galaxy before reaching to sky,
day by day
Shrinkage of hesitant brought our
souls, heart
Body, mind, nearer so nearer to
identical
Breathe, an homogenous addiction settled
On the surface of love, numerous
monsoon
Night passed, many spring twilight
filled
Colors in our life, several summer
days bring
The agitation, I surprise, think
often,
What is that hidden source of flow
in your
Eyes, never goes to dry,
this everlasting love
Never permit me to love again, to
someone.
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
* Gulmohar tree - an Indian tree having beautiful flowers with lacy leaves, called fire of forest too.
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