What Type Of Rain It Is Poem by Gajanan Mishra

What type of rain it is,
I know not, still I am
There in the rain to
Get wet myself.

You are the rain,
You declared
And I submitted
At the end.

I lost the war,
I declared,
But you said
I am here to take care.

The earth
The sky
All are here
As witnesses.

But I need nothing,
But I want to sleep.
The evening is here
But I waited for the morning.

And the rain stopped
There, when I started going.
You are the man with
My identity stayed within.