Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

'You' In The Rain


Clouds’ ominous hinting ready set to go
‘You’ the rains drench, most beautifully show!

Your skin a lotus petal, in the drops it glows
‘You’ are a sparkling beauty, in the rains’ flow!

Wet they deep your flesh, brings out the earthen smell
‘You’ look the most gorgeous, a beauty most telltale!

Clothes hug you tight, they reveal the lows and highs
‘You’ look dreamily alluring, I see you betwixt my sighs!

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Valsa George (9/11/2013 12:58:00 AM)

    A well shaped woman looks temptingly beautiful when drenched in rain! You have beautifully captured her image! When you get time, please read my poem 'Affliction' to see what the rain did to a girl! ! (Report) Reply

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