It Is Raining Outside Poem by Biswajit Ganguly

It Is Raining Outside



It is raining outside
And in the room
We are lying on the bed
And scanning our bodies
Like reading an ancient poem,
Your resting head is on my chest,
And you are thinking about
Drops of water
Falling on a dried pond,
Filling it up again,
I am lost in the
Drizzle of darkness,
Only lightning sparkles sometimes,
To make me see clearly,
It is raining outside.

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