Blame Game Poem by Reshma Ramesh

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