your naughty mood <br />impels the naughty strands <br />of hair on your fore head <br />to play with my face <br />raised upwards to your lips. <br /> <br />silently i watch the <br />breath getting quicker <br />until <br />the thousand monsoons <br />decide to bathe the earth, <br />and <br />the silent banyans <br />of the land scape <br />acquise <br />not to raise a storm without, <br />for <br />the storm within is becoming <br />unmanageable. <br /> <br /> <br />..atp.. <br /> 09.04.2008.<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monsoon-song/
