Amber

When the moon comes in the blue sky,

It showers love and make me thirsty.

That I have a companion, that I have a lover

Who quenches the thirst of my heart.

When the cool breezes ruffle the hair,

And the sweltering sunrays caress the cheeks,

For the heat of breath and the softness of palms,

My heart longs, that someone touches me.

The splattering monsoon shoots arrows of raindrops,

My heart and body get drenched in these colourful rains.

To douse in love, and to finally get drowned,

My heart yearns and generates dreams.

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