Monsoon Romance- 1

The groves where you leave,

Traces of footprints,

On ground as monsoon

Over the country side sprints,

Echo your tunes

In the cuckoo's song

And merge with chirps

Of crickets, day long.

The fragrance of love,

Emerges from sand

When the first raindrop

Kisses the parched land.

I recall your touch

And silently stand-

Waiting for just you,

To kiss your hand.