Rainy night is like your dark wet hair;
Feeling the smell of your hair in damp soil.
Fall of water from leaves is like your hair dripping water;
The sound of drizzling on roof reminds the sound of your red bangles.
Remembering your angry voice in thunder;
Feeling the touch of your 'anchol' through wind.
Your sweet angry face is in thunder lightening;
Altogether this rainy night is truely like your living image.
©piyali das
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