Monsoon Magic
The rains had subsided, but the ground was wet,
Puddles here, rivulets there, umbrellas bobbing here and there,
She hitched up her saree and jumped across a puddle
Her hair shook in waves her necklace askew
She looked up, caught me staring, looked away
A raindrop fell down her hair
Down her forehead, around her eyes
Soft liquid brown, doe like, avoiding mine
Towards her lips, curved and rosy
Which twitch slightly as the rain- drop ended its journey
The rumble of a bus broke into my thoughts and my dream
A glance before she left, was all I had to dream
Vinod Natesan
1988
No comments:
Post a Comment