Writing About Lovers And Love.... Poem by Dyuti Banerjee

The clouds turn grey,
Inevitably, it starts to rain.
The sky's got a hepta-hued stain....
The wind- it decides to go astray.

I'm in my study,
With a pen, am I writing,
Of Love, and Lovers in waiting,
Full brimming hearts, and blushes ever ruddy.

My hair is awry,
The story's getting real,
Can he her heart ever steal?
Can theirs be a love-story?

My pen can't stop...
I stop in wonder, true;
Oh, so am I really in love? Oh, are the skies really so blue?
Oh, then of Love must I drink- drink but never reach, of it, the last drop.....