Beauty and the Storm

On this day of pre-monsoon darkness,

Oh, love of mine,

blooming like white water lilies

in a pond unused, uninhabited,

Do respond to the call

I make to your storm,

lightning the very cause of your beauty.

Overcast with varied emotions,

Oh, love of mine,

puffed like clouds hidden afar

amidst your gust of smile,

Look up on the lives

flourished by your shower,

drowning all the heat nearby.

The sky is flooded with your smell,

Oh, love of mine,

like ripened fruits of the season,

in a quest to spread happiness,

Turn everything sweet

with freshness of your stare,

innumerous, countless birth you purify.

When I look into the eye of the storm,

Oh, love of mine,

I find your beauty conquering

the darkness all around,

Feel calm to my call

on the way you retreat,

as thunders dissipate into clear sky.