Just 11 Poem by Indranil Bit

I was on a casual evening walk
yesterday at an odd hour..
when the rain came gushing at me
to drench me down like paper..
and as you must know a wet paper
it cannot fly in the breeze..
nevertheless, I do not have wings
So I strolled haplessly down..
down the childhood memory lanes
drenching was so fun then..
Now I just simply fear, Stupid I am!
but I danced that night alone..
to the fullest till I tired myself so much
that I sat on a wet bench..
my tiring eyes stilled on an electric road-lamp
Give me your yellow and warmth..
hope it could listen my pray at least for a while
Now I am longing for such rainy nights.