The downpour was heavy, so was my heart:
Gleeful yet restive, what an abstruse art!
The petrichor palpably cued in the charm;
With unabated longing, I doodled your name on my palm;
The hullabaloo so euphoric, might make you laugh:
My soul was on tenterhooks, missing its better half.
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The downpour was heavy, so was my being,
With the tapers flickEr, my hopes were sinking;
All round the year, no fiesta made me jovial,
Today was my day, seeing you-my festival;
The cake was baked, savouries all cooked,
Roses adorned the door, where my eyes were hooked.
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The downpour was heavy, so was my fervent yearn
The art of living without you, I could never learn;
The knock on the door, thump on my heart,
I felt insubstantial and so ripped apart:
I wanted to scream and shed all my pain,
And the ecstasy of seeing you, I could not contain;
And then into your embrace, my tears doused your drenched chest;
Giving solace to me, and my jittered soul some rest.
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