When still dreaming under the cover of a rainy afternoon,
You appeared there dripping droplets of sweet rain,
Moistening the sprawling green fields of my mind
Where ambled newly weded grass-brides in red ,

Whispering about the secrets of musk between breasts,
About the intoxication of arm-pits under aromatic sweats,

When Cuckoo bird sang from the groves of your dark hair,
And you were caught in a trap of desire unaware.

Rain plodded on the earth of your sweet gentle lips,
With butterflies spraying colors from your finger tips,

I did not know when you bent there near my bed,
And again after kissing you had so quietly fled ! 
Rain was there playing a sensuous music as I dreamt,
A beautiful time when you were there and not there as I slept.