Arun P Gopalakrishnan
The Rain Peacock
Brand new shoes splashing rainwater,
Brand new jeans getting drenched in the drizzle,
Walking alone, cruising on cloud nine,
I sought her eyes, the doors to heaven.
Soaking the flowers of Gul mohar like honey,
Choreographed like a visual symphony,
Leaves are raining atop the Mahogany,
I could see that, from the college balcony.