Now now look the rain stopped on its way <br />‘From the sky somewhere in between <br />Passing by are the winds blamed as well <br />Just because they whispered and yelled <br />The wet brown earth with our foot prints <br />What about them they gave us away <br />Blame not my white veil that lifted in the air <br />And swept across your flying hair <br />The stillness of the night rode the sight <br />Laughed and cajoled, made us blush <br />The dreams that was seen by the open eyes <br />Fitted and framed into the white sheets <br />Slipped into black of the night <br />And into the wet edges of the moon <br />The water that drips from the edges of my hair <br />Onto the puddles at your feet are they spared? <br />Why blame the crickets for their melody <br />Guilty as charged is the rain I am sure <br />My friend the poetry did nothing Of this I assure<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blame-game-2/
