Thursday, June 17, 2010


She came with a storm and i was a wreck.
The moment was here, and she trickled down my neck.
She drenched me good from head to toe.
When i wanted more, she had to go.
All that was left were the hanging black clouds.
She was never seen and i was in doubts.
She teases me with her cool breeze,
but never will i trust her again.
I hope you understand this endless pain,
i was talking about the Ahmedabad rain.

pradeep soni

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