Amrita Mukherjee

January-14,1998- India
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The Rain

Whenver I look at the sky it reminds me of you...
For I'm the ocean..
Reflecting the serene blue of your coveted soul..
In my vain attempts to be with you.
The gentle breeze winnows,
My blazing waves,
You never spare your conceited stare,
The very futility that fosters a gale that razes all you look upon...
And yet, unsettled as ever you stay!
Bemoaning my insecurity,
I tarry for long and
tarry I shall for evermore,
If ever you condescend
The ashen earth would gaze up to find,
A shower of rain again .
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