The Virgin Rain Poem by AMITAVA MAZUMDAR

The dry earth swallowed
Every drops of rain
A year or a few months back
My periods had began.

Every fissures in the sky
Drained lots of water down
All my belongings're drenched
Except my bloody undergown.

Water and water everywhere
All the worms buried in mud and silt
I kept my window open
To display my adultly guilt.

When the rain'll come to an end
When the earth fills all its thirst
I would become a virgin
Full of fun and lust.