Getting wet in rain
I felt no pain
As the sky decided to drain
To make the earth grain.
Rain is water for brain
But love for some-one in love
The king of season is spring
But of romance is rain
Walking by the road
I saw a hoard
Below which stood a girl
With a beautiful necklace of pearl
Just the sang the God of Rain
As if he was waiting for her to pass the road-main
Her hairs were long and eyes blue
That fixed my eyes with glue.
Just then the first drop of rain made her flew
Why was it I don’t know
But my bike was in full flow
To give her a lift from the rain blow
Knowing that my class was going to glow.
The rain was so harsh
That she finally took my ‘ashra’
As I was the only one there on the day of ‘barsha’
We went inside a door
That led to a well furnished floor
Of the college class-room
Sitting on a magical-broom
She was drying her hair
And I was watching how fair
She was in that purple glare.
She smiled at me
And my heart went from me-to-we.
She said I am Neha Mithilesh
Rhyming it I said I am Kamlesh.
Just the a drop of water fell on my eyes
I thought it was from her hair-dye
But when the eyes opened
I saw my dress wettened.
I called for Neha in a hurry
Then all eyes turned at me in mystery
I realized that it was a dream
In which I was in land of cream.
My friends asked who Neha is
Fumbling I said she is Neha Mithilesh
Friend of my friend Kamlesh
Whom I saw in dream
While getting wet in the rain cream
My dream was broken
So all asked me are you in pain
Then I said no “I was just getting wet in rain”