Thursday, September 15, 2016

Confession 7 (You were like the rain)

You were like the rain - moist and blue,
Drizzling on hot gloomy sundays.
I would go out although I wouldn't have to
And smell you falling on the greens.
You were like the bird that flew
Across the spring morning,
Charmed with the songs of love
As if it is you I belonged to.
You were like the seven-coloured rainbow
Each of whose colours signifies a tale;
Tales with blessed ending,
Tales where it is you I belonged to.

©Chandrajit Mitra