Love in Rain

And when the heavy rain
helps make the poodles flourish
I don't let it go in vain
'Course, they can't survive, those fishes
in the muddy filthy drops that prevail..
Yet maybe, love does, and with awe I see
those pairs, under umbrella, getting wet,
merry-making, singing,
I watch them in glee
wishing- if only I had such hands too,
which would hold my hand and promise it to be forever,
and a mouth to kiss and sing.

I pluck and float a rose
across the long mud-pool
hoping someone on the other side receives,
sitting besides, waking up from his doze
and wonders about the person like a fool,
wishing, If only even for once,
I could see the soul,
who so lovingly sent the love,
not caring about my scars or the mole...