Love And Death

By Shashikant Nair

As the rain slants in the wind, and sparkling in the light falls, I lean against the lamp-post and dream of another shine, Of the light in your eyes, of your hair tumbling black as The blackness of the night which surrounds the light, Under which I stand.

I feel the rain as it drenches my body, And bothers my eye with tumbling drops and Pastes my hair into a soaking mass on my head, soaking my clothes with oppressing cold.

I think of other times when the rain caressing my head Had tickled my face and mingled with my clothes, To be warmed by me and you.

This very rain had splashed my feet and yours besides, Will now splash my feet and wash your face, As it seeps deep, deep into the earth wherein you lie, And where I can reach you only when I die.