I watch you dance, standing at the verandah’s end
Yet I feel I am not there.
You have pinned me down with the sharp spearhead of monsoon
I am pouring too
I keep pouring in countless droplets…..
Am I also rain?
Can I drench him with my pourings?
Who doesn’t know that rainfall/rain-showers always lures!
If I go, he too will throw open the doors of the house and
Come out below the open skies,
Blend with each dancing droplets
As incessant love-showers, in dance form of Bharatnatyam….