Raindrops of the monsoon Touching thy lower lip to chin By rolling, now, on the Kadamba flower Dark blue clouds run in the bare chest of the sky The sun in the opened emptiness; apathetically Covers all your untold words There are no other flowers on thy chignon All in advance leaving for monsoon shower For your coming step by step with rainy flower- in that twilight to bathe in the first raindrops Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee