Driving way back home, I felt something on my body,
Oh a water drop, OMG it started to rain heavily,
Making my way through traffic, I was on my bike,
Like the dripping water on my shirt, I wanted to slide,
I dreamed to drive in loop, time running slow, me fast,
I wanted to enjoy each drop split on face while it last,
I wanted go round and round, making spirals of water,
The child inside me coming out, I could hear his laughter,
In the layers made by dirt of time, He was long lost,
His every memory is now just like a laughing ghost,
It was then, God’s shower grew weak, I got stuck in a jam,
And in my vicinty passed by a young beautiful madam,
Oh how pretty she was dressed, grey top, pink patiyala salwaar,
In my deepest corner of heart she raised an epic eternal war,
And so I started to chase her, overtaking every now and then,
We didn’t stop to talk, I don’t think we will ever meet again,
But somehow, I felt that we are attached, something was amiss,
But who am I to feel, and this thought I instantly did dismiss,
Now I am home, tired from journey, enjoyed the rain,
About to take rest, before it starts to give pain.