…and on this <br />cool cloudy monsoon morning <br />as you strolled at a distant <br />horizon along the <br />village bunds and canals <br />wandered across the <br />native soil preparing <br />itself for the next sowing <br />i opened the door to <br />a light-hearted wind that veiled me <br />from the rest of the world <br />it cast an alluring net <br />dabbed in the perfume of late <br />summer flowers soaked in the <br />damp rain-soaked earth <br />the endless tidings the waves <br />of wind whispered <br />tickled me enough <br />on the black sky <br />a lightning that flashed <br />pierced my heart like <br />a dagger of desire <br />the so far-longing leaves <br />in immobilizing passion <br />stirred occasionally in <br />an attempt to shake off <br />the beads of satiated desire <br />each time a thunder rolled <br />i hugged your invisible presence <br />in a teenage glee <br /> <br />a distant koel cooed <br />probably in adieu <br />proclaiming that it’s <br />after all early morning <br /> <br />19jun2010 <br />06.40hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monsoon-musings-3/
