Each More of Summer Love

By Goutam Tukliya

It's that rain again

where doesn't otherwise me,are you?

gardens in craven,your belongings sake,

I carry,caress a heart just  

strewn all over me hearts your but,

like flowers along

or waywardness,

you held me anklets,but  

leaves off your calves incited passion

symphony on own,you traversed the caves.    

Its that rain again never that;

more of summer love,

ain't you lovesick yet? 

Then honey and unbound

vivid streams along lavenders we,

millions on the gaze,

you set me free?   

Ain't you beloved? 

or beloved not   

butterflies cavorting 'the main' for waiting unlike

you bussed the rain 

the rain for summer peak for it 

the rainy,

not butterflies deluge then and unlike,

umbrella,the fireflies more than summer are

you charmed 'em soaked, still on me  

am still for you

hope all linger yet adorn

to remind each,thousands not rain but

summer you shimmered,so angst darkness this.  

By Goutam Tukliya