The First Rain

The first spell of monsoon
Kissed my thirst
Drenching me to my soul.
In the soft haziness
Of this beautiful moment.

I saw a girl standing
In the corner of a street;
Her pink salwar,
Clinging to her wet body—
Transparent and beautiful.

She reminds me of you,
When we met in one such rain,
Many monsoons back.
Your eyes meeting mine,
Trying to behold my sight
Least I see your wet body.
Yet my eyes saw,
A beautiful angel
Wrapped in wetness.
Your shy smile pleading me
To stop looking at you.

I wanted to oblige, but I couldn’t!

Yet like a true gentleman,
I offered you my umbrella;
And that was the beginning…
That ended in offering you my soul!

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