One Monsoon Night Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

From early evening's crimson red,
Dark clouds had begun to invade
Along whole of sunset arch
And soon it was all dark.

As is in monsoon its norm,
A bit of a windstorm
Slowly on a rise,
Lightning that flashed blinded eyes.

And as the rain began to fall,
As we heard peacock's call,
A tremor of romance was felt
Deep within, that had to be dealt.

It was not that I'd not her seen
Scantily clad, or wearing lean,
Still, her silhouette when I saw,
In fraction of a moment that had been,

A crack of lightning as let me see the whole scene,
Ah that remains with me with all its awe.
Beauty is not as much in what is seen
As it is in a fertile mind's within!
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Reminiscing |15.04.2020|
Topic: remember, romance, monsoon, beauty