Rain Poem by Jaya Das

The bleak road of my lousy life
Has no footprints heading.....
Those who have walked past
their vestiges have faded,
they would show up no more

In the mid-summer days,
The sun is busy throwing its balls of fire
I don't know why everyday it rains at my place
My aching heart rambles in search of a domicile
Where it could get warmth to rest in peace.

Flame of my desire has yet not quenched
by the ceaseless showers
That one day she stumbles on my way
It seems sun casted the same shadow of her as mine
The tears welling in my eyes, flooded her heart too
Finally, my heart finds an abode, eerie and warm.

Now, it rains when it is gloomy outside
No more it inundates my soul, I have no despise
If it does, I trudge into that quiant place with ever glowing light
She too, was running on a wet road, before we met
From that day it rains, for us, the meaning has only changed.