You

By Atish Chattopadhyay

It's dripping outside

Rain drops are falling from the cornice

Otherwise all are quiet in a late summer after noon

Where are you

Can you hear the music?

It's wet outside

The streets, the lanes, the walls know me from when I was a child

Smell of just completed drizzle flowing in the wind

Are you coming, " shari " cladded

Get slightly wet by the drops of love

It's a bit sleepy outside

People are within the room

Have you reached to my doorsteps?

I am alone as always

Except your adorance and indulgence

Now I can feel your presence....

By Atish Chattopadhyay