I could feel those large chunks of clays
under my feet.
It's summer;
And the field is bare, dry.
No rain; so no crops.
In this complete dryness
Under the scorching sun
I closed my eyes,
And ducked my face in your arms...
For a moment you were so close to my heart;
That I cried in silence.
Kolkata, West Bengal
"The Rain" portrays different shades of love and life.
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