Not Only When It Pours Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Nigh but a sprinkle here,
Or a moment's splash there,
Enough is to make monsoon mood,
Or not when it pours, pours in flood.
A dream planted in heart
Gives rare moments apart;
A single sprout is oft pot-full,
Or not even a forest-full;
If someone asks, I'd say of course,
It's not love but if pours and pours,
Joy comes from tiny pores,
And gallops still O like a horse.
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Musings |15.12.18 |