All through that summer
We were lost
For words
Waiting for the rain
To loosen
Our tongues – –
We did not believe
In playing
Blind man’s buff
With love
Or wish to fabricate
A romance
To shape
Folktales for the future —
We were lost
In the priceless
Fragrance
Of wet earth
Unfurling hope
Through the torrents of sweat.
How nice and romantic. Much enjoyed.
Thank you very much,Rahul.