The Opulence Of Being One And Moving. Poem by A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker

Where shall we go this monsoon?
Dear, where shall we go this monsoon?

Places where monsoon slants
Places where monsoon bents
And places where monsoon beckons
Where all should we go, my mind sings.

Do you feel now the wealth of company,
the opulence of being one and moving?
What if we leave all our cares out in the rain
And look on from distance how do they fair?

Or let’s shed all our dislikes in the monsoon sleet
And stay bare knowing one another nothing?
Or what if I take you to a place of my dreams
Where I’d show you, like little babes,
My likes and dislikes going all over you.

And in your search for you, ending up nowhere
but in you where you are not much more than me.
Now do you feel the wealth of company?

The opulence of being one and moving
Is the love I’d like you to be having?