pitter-patter rain was showering the dust off the plants
little lilies were breathing after a long day’s heat stress.
cross-legged — not a lady like —
I am thinking to say something while inhaling the petrichor,
and you intrude.
I wonder how did you ask thus.
I do not have many words to splurge on my yearning.
yet let me tell you…
sometimes I want to run to you
sit beside and hold your hand only.
Hush! do not piss me off!
at best I can ask for you to take my name on the lease
for your evening
to lean on your shoulder.
do not remind me the lease was over an evening only.
let it be midnight.
let me fall on your coffer
and listen to the monsoon frogs and forget me not.