Summer Rain

When the rain beads at last smooth the weary sun-burnt leaflets of Shimul

I feel you in my pulse beats

The atria and ventricles each eager to hold you

Make you flow through the purple and scarlet streams

I feel you in each cell, in my thoughts and dreams

I breathe your intoxicating fragrance in the Jasmine that bloom

To perfume the moment of love

And to make love Immortal…….Like the space…..

Oh! The thought of you makes me live beyond time