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There are no songs of the summer showers without you,
There is no summer tedium that doesn’t burst
into rain,
When a good old love like ours is remembered in
time,
When your wet hair and shiny eyes can bring a downpour.
In that summer of uncertainties a billion
decades back,
When it scorched and blazed into unquenchable
fires,
We might have stood at the same crossroads
unawares,
We might have been the chemistry that burnt a
world.
Still, I remember how the songs burst into
summer rains,
Still, I remember how you will never say what
you want,
Probe me just to find out what I am thinking
right now,
Yet not recognize may be it was about you that
I thought.
The words remain concealed in our sacred spaces
forever,
The few random lines of poetry that fails to give
recompense.
