To the Lord of Lords
To the King of music and poetic miracles
“Gurudeb Rabindrnath Tagore”
My heart melts by the raindrops touching my window shades
Oh! It’s the shower of Queen rain, or its you my love !
The wind blows through the doors of my small rooms
My poems of love could see you when it poured on my mellow leaves
The lusty ground is feeling green again with the love of yours water
My heart melts when you smell through my old window grills
When it rains I see you through the clouds and lights of the sunshine
I got my tears into my eyes loosing you
It drops like you my rain ,
Like you dance in my song of love….