The sun retreated into his den
While drops of rain kissed the earth.
July first it was-
When I first saw you walking by.
I heard the music nature played,
Elation was when you smiled back at me.
To cross the road, when your hand found my waist
Our first touch it became.
Oh! the smell of fresh rain brings me back memories
Bittersweet reminiscences of a monochromatic past.
But the taste of those smoky lips still lingers
On my lips……
Lips that have forgotten how to kiss!