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Love in the Rain

Here’s a poem of longing and love, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.

Thundering and lightening 
And heavy downpour 
She stood in the rain 
Without any fear
To see him wet 
In the rain 
His uncombed hair 
She loves to ruffle up 
And hold him close to her 
But where is this 
Dream lover of hers 
She goes searching 
Everywhere 
Unable to find him. 
She is gloomy all the time 
She dances in the rain 
Fully drenched in love
For this man whom
She has never met nor 
Talked, but he resides 
In her heart, throughout 
Unable to sleep or eat 
She has become an ugly 
Duckling wandering 
Here and there 
Not a tear she sheds.
As she is sure 
He will be back to her
Today or tomorrow 
She can't say 
She sits in the rain 
And writes a few poems 
Of her love for this man 
And the poems got wet
And her superstitious 
Mind says he may 
Never be back 
Just then, a tap on her 
Back 
Awee! he has come back 
And both 
Embrace for the time lost!
A new love affair: 
It started when it rained 
Cats and dogs!


Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

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Sarala Balachandran
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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