The Bench

Sitting on the bench
I look at you.
You also look at me; In a white kurta.
YOU merge with HIM.

Sitting on the bench and
leaning on the wooden pole
I smile at you.
You also smile back holding a cig in your hand.
I knew there was marijuana in it.

Out of love and curiosity
One day I consumed YOU;
And drenched myself in rain.
Holding water in my hand
I still sprinkle at you.

Now, as I have new YOU
who is dearly loved
I still like to sprinkle water
I still like to drench in rain.

Lucknow, India