Drought Of Words... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Tale starts with drought of words...
A little swallow of her look...
Awakens a large hunger of love...

A great desire had a room on his mind...
Lost she was, he went on trying her to find...
A heavy rain, a single belief...
No sign of grey cloud, no sigh of falling leaf...
But a storm was hitting his heart...
Now, destiny put a start with an art...

The drenched ground with a scattered shower...
Stay with me forever, a promise, a little big taller...
Summer went on laughing, rain on cries...
Mist of favorite winter, unable to hide the lies...
First meeting came up along with lovely silence...
Their friendship was out of the circle of tense...

Pretending both to be fool and to be wise...
The path of true one is full of strives...
Ground is wet but also dried in its deepest core...
Still for himself, he wants her to be much more...
Undefined, whether both have so much things to say...
Bestest friends forever, they are happy in a way...
As in a little rain, the fragrance of floating clay....