When dew dries up on the lips of thirsty flowers
thoughts about you moisten them with unseen showers,
when leaves wither smitten by dense Winter fog
thoughts about you help new twigs come out of dead log,
when Summer burns houses, fields, jungles and trees
thoughts about you from nowhere fetch a whiff of breeze,
when rain ruins everything and lightning spews fire
thoughts about you invite clouds to ferment fresh desire,
when shadows of lost love loom over a cloudless sky
only you brighten the firmament with hue of love so high.
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