Bismay Mohanty

dear rain

Thy essence of the rain
Thou took to me heaven
Calm, cool and aromatic
Breeze you have given.

An angry mind is hungry;
Starves for the food of peace.
Dear rain, what magic you create?
Providing the mind instant bliss.

The age which invites dullness;
Achieving youthful joy
Also finds immense pleasure
Disregarding the usual coy.

A child unaware of the consequences
Of playing in the rain
Shows resentment for being forbidden
But how can the beloved refrain?

Dear rain, you take the lovers
To the land of Elysium
You act as a fuel to every heart.

Keep the memories in mind's museum.