Sunday Poem By Saroj .K.Padhi

Sunday Poem By Saroj .K.Padhi

A KISS FROM RAIN

As you pause a little to think over as to how to manoeuvre an answer to my desire for a kiss so queer, words on your lips dry up quickly like a flower in dull, dreary Summer before falling into a sudden stupor when drops of rain moisten them at the edge, arousing their hunger . Who cares for words under rain dear when it’s accompanied by a sweet shower ? Who cares for the nod from eyes under a cloudy sky or for an invitation from blushing cheeks when lightning of love pervades like a fire to silence thunder of lips under heaven’s bower ?