First Monsoon Shower
Scorched summer nights are still,Canaries are quite,
Infernal silence reigns the night,
Sinking spirits.
Restive soul...
Moon is losing all the hope...
Loneliness to top it all....
Why do I miss you, tonight of all?
Why does your memory begin to crawl
back into my heart at all?
Softly do your footsteps fall,
Echo in my memory-hall...
Memories of rendezvous in spring
Begin to softly touch my skin
You start to creep under my skin:
Warmth of another kind
In my soul begins to climb
Spreads instantly like wild fire
Like a dry-jungle-bush-fire
Vapours hot begin to rise
Nimbus clouds quietly conspire,
From somewhere blows a cool zephyr,
The Koel suddenly hoots with desire.
Monsoon begins to assemble
its equipage of rain together.
Sky suddenly becomes overcast
And my heart begins to dance...
Now the raindrops begin to fall,
Parched Earth eagerly takes in all
Fragrance off Earth after first shower,
Heavenly! Leaps from bower to bower...
Smell of earth casts a spell on my spirits
And my heart, my soul, my body,
Can no longer remain steady....
As the parched earth begins to drench
My longing heart begins to clench,
I am one desire- body and soul-
And yearn for you ever more and more
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh(UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 15:13
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