By Smitha Viswanathan Nambiar
She came so soft , her twinkling anklets,
No words or sign but her amazing sprinklings,
So tired and weary was I,with life,
So quick so eager, to change this time,
And then she came in her full bloom, Breeze and rain that flew me through,
She touched my heart, my being, my soul,
Her caress so pure and smooth as her call,
And as I close my eyes and drift away,
Taken to a land of no sorrows no pain,
My eyes still closed, all wet and cold,
The rain, the breeze touching me whole,
So serene with peace,that moment so strong,
The rain that would calm me for so long,
And then till her next call I would wait,
For her twinkling anklets , oh so same...