Rain
I wish she was a human
She is like an angel
With a magic wand and pure white feathery wings
Visits me when I am lost
When I don’t care to cherish the memories, the most.
With a bag full of gifts, she comes
Leaving behind some forgotten melodies, she leaves.
Sometimes it’s a melancholy
Other times it can be a yearning
To dig the past, most of the times
All total, I am in bliss, in her presence.
She embraces me close to her chest
Like a mom, lest
I run away.
She cradles me in her lap
For that’s the best I can hope
To conjure up the past
To hum the forgotten melodies.
Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2015
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