Sound Of Hugging Rains - Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee
My day has not scaled new heights
My skies blackened by morbid clouds....
My midnight is sobbing
A pre-monsoon storm has hit the sky
The heart painful, broken bouts of sobs
Make the world shiver and tremble.
On this side of the sky
I want a whiff of air
Want to spread my ten fingers
And touch the wet earth in secret love....
Now that the night has not ended
I long for rest.
No sounds, I smell no desires
I travel in dreams
Through a street of long-tongued dogs
Waiting to devour my lust
I faint and stand up amazed
At the skill of my survival instincts.
The secret bed is now strewn
With the sound of hugging rains
The room's getting flooded with water, more water
Soothing water, all engulfing water
A four-chambered heart is pining for love
In this tearful midnight.
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