Who Loves To Be A Killjoy? Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

O rain, will you, please, stop for sometime?
My wait has waited for long hours
and this time is very near to the prime!

It seems ages since we met
and my eyes gaze at the main gate!
She could be here anytime.

Why you are being so hard?
My eyes can`t catch the road.
The vision around is going blurred!

My heart is thumping in fear.
She must be waiting somewhere near!
The time is passing out; it`s now over an hour!

The afternoon is now rat drenched.
My heart sinks in the ocean trench!
I plead with you soon be over.
How long should we two suffer!