Those Old Lanes

The downpour from the grey sky 

drenched the whole earth, 

The drops settled on the leaves

And the trees stand still. 

I came out of my house

to feel the damp air on my skin, 

the droplets on the grass, 

beneath my feet. 

Childhood memories screened 

before my eyes, 

when we played cricket

under the shade of mango tree, 

Whether the sun or the shower

it protected us like mother, 

Previous monsoon, it struck by the 

lightning from the sky, 

shielded house from the thunder, 

It is still standing tall, 

for my wonder. 

I shook the lower branch of tree

and the raindrops fell over me, 

As if it was showering

Love on me.