Rain-Kissed Cup Poem by Puskar Sikdar

The monsoon whispers love with a soft embrace,
Unbidden rains fall with clouds on a wandering chase.
The scent of wet earth stirs a restless desire,
A cool breeze upon my cheek—soothing, yet afire.

The playful childhood drenched in rain's delight,
Still lingers in memory, untouched, shining bright.
Raindrops trickling through the rooftop's old cracks,
Sent shivers through sleep with a tender, sweet impact.

Oh, my untamed friend—mystical, endless rain,
This restless heart still longs for you again!
The warmth of tea in a gentle embrace,
Still awakens the thrill of time's lost trace.

That little clay cup—a circus of two,
Where steaming tea and rain-drops would play and pursue.
Each sudden downpour, a trance-like refrain,
Yet now, in life's rush, that cup dreams in vain.

Umbrella-clad shelters still hold their grace,
As storm-laden skies bring letters unseen.
Again, I return to that mother's warm cup,
Where rain's tender drops paint life serene.

That caffeine's taste and the monsoon's delight,
Like two fierce wills in a dance so bright.
They merge in the earth, find space of their own,
Like blossoms reborn where the wild winds have blown.