Lonely Nights In Monsoon

By Brijesh Kumar Verma

If I were a cloud,

I would travel with monsoon

To the western most areas

To the Bikaner, city where my love resides.

I would float over her,

To shield her from the sun.

I would rain when it gets hot

Watch through the window, when she sleeps at night.

And I would rain in tiny droplets,

So as not to hurt her soft skin.

And I would be the happiest,

When I'm completely drained, and no longer exist.

But happiness on her face,

Wen she is drenched in me.

Would be enough for me

To give the satisfaction of thousand lives.

By Brijesh Kumar Verma