Illusion
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As the gentle breeze of the Spring
Sways the trees and plants of your garden,
Dark Monsoon clouds gather in my sky
And the downpour descends in torrents.
As a flurry of rain patters against my window,
I silently stand beside and watch;
Oh how the rain quenches the thirst
Of the parched soil beneath!
I slide open the window glass.
Drifts of rain drench me,
Yet I keep the window glass open
And feel how love drenches a lovelorn soul!
Dhaka
09 July 2020
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