Hopping and running between the bushes,
getting lost in the dense woods,
searching and hiding from your glance,
tiptoeing near the silent brook…
Quietly you always followed,
before I could think and dream,
catching hold of my arms,
beneath the lovely flowers fall…
As if showering me the love,
gorgeous and silken everywhere,
lying on the bed of petals ,
colours sprinkled in the air…
The lonely tree still awaits,
every season to shower again,
missing the presence of the smile,
It gets wet in the monsoon rain…
soumyav 