I'm unaware. The trumpeting noise of the stormy wind
From a fierce love-lost elephant or pitch dark cloud?
Gazed I, yet furious slashing on my eyelids
Indomitable endeavor to divert my vision, so proud.
A flock of stork dotting on the awful canvas of cloudiness.
Perplexing me all mundane sense with mystic balmness.
Pair not one, ‘tis two, both our eyes stuck to infinity
As darken the cloud more your unruly hair
Uncanny yet unspoken language in mesmeric black eyes
Beckon me to mingle in the melody of divine lyre.
‘Come rain, come rain, couple go back to safe den'
Cried the banyan tree, sheltered us with its branches chain.
Forget it, feather or umbrella weighs naught now
As madding shower rushes two love-mads in joy
Let be drenched dress, let be quenched fiery hearts,
Sent off! Floating now the umbrella in spinning wind so coy.
Hand in hand, two paces resemble in this rainy land
Destination joy land, a dream resort for lovers' kingdom.
Igniting fire place! Perhaps igniting more their love fire
The two crazy hearts yearn for eternal union
If unwanted cessation ceases this moment for ever
Who knows but a new sun of immortal love rises in horizon?
Fruitless the weary world, valueless the life's rat race
When they create their self world with heavenly grace.
