Rain of Love 4.0

Amidst the rain, memories cascade down,

A love so strong, once adorned the town.

Each drop a reminder of what we had,

Your touch, your scent, it makes me sad.


College Street, where our steps were entwined,

In the rain's embrace, our souls aligned.

Those rain-kissed lips, now yearning for yours,

In solitude, my heart slowly pours.


I stand where you left, in the pouring rain,

Hoping one day, you'll come back again.

Longing for your embrace, a hug so tight,

Love's flame still burns, in the darkest night.


Cherishing moments that time can't erase,

Every instant spent, my heart does chase.

Yearning to kiss you in Kolkata's rain,

Princepghat's stormy weather, love's refrain.


Yet, the rain without you feels so hollow,

Your absence, an ache I can't swallow.

In this downpour of memories, I am bound,

Missing you dearly, in rain's symphony, I drown.


© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY

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