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Poetry – Debanjana Ghatak

When it rains in the morning

When it rains in the morning,
I feel you nearest just beside my bed stroking my forehead.
When it splattters in the morning,
I hear your soft voice assuring me of your forever presence.
As it keeps on raining in the morning,
I see your radiant smile reminding me of a fairytale Knight.
As it still rains in the morning,
I hear your untiring praise making me ecstatic and free.
Thereafter, when it rains in the morning,
I see you swaying with the wind and asking me to match your steps.
When it rains in the morning,
I listen to your hummingmelody ushering me to join the chorus.
When it rains in the morning,
I can see only those tiny little cry-droplets hanging on my cheek,
Not yours but mine craving for your presence, O dear love.
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