Rohan Sharma

A giggle in her voice;
Like the splendid sun
A shot of her approval;
Could never be undone
A twinkle in those eyes;
Beneath the naked moon
Is all that keeps disguised;
This ever lasting loom
A hint of her smile;
Can trigger a blossom As the love in her heart
Swells into her bossom

We lived in a time,
When nothing would rhyme.
All hope was lost and dead.

The heat of the day,
Found again in the night;
There seemed no escaping the dread.

But out of the blue, some clouds did form,
As the stars were lost in a storm,
And all of a sudden we found delight,
On a hopelessly sullen summer night.

In the midst of a drought, what could have caused;
Such a beating of the rains?
The storm somehow, for now has paused,
Some conspiracy yet remains.