The little drops of rain
That drowns down my face plain
Reminds me of your touch
Making me stand still as such.

Monsoon brings memories with a smile
Beautiful thoughts of you and me for a while
Together,  in the wilderness of wood and green,
And the little sounds of flies leading me scream…
 
I’m missing your compassionate look
By which you almost had me took
Yearning for your arrival most soon
By spending my nights looking at moon….

Come on dear, I need you here
And if you don’t have me hear
I may not remain on this earth
May be then...you will realize my worth…