The soothing fragrance of mud…Khyati writes..

Walking on Pune’s streets
getting all wet
The soothing fragrance of mud
is filling my breath


Standing still in this beautiful rain
hoping to wipe away all my pain
I keep waiting for relief through music
but all my hope goes in vain

Disguising myself in the rain
I seem quiet and meek
People see them as rain drops
but tears roll down my cheek

Lost in the chords of guitar
the boom and the beat
I watch the rain drops
dancing at my feet

I try catching the drops
and can catch only few
But the drops that I can’t
are as much as I miss you!

~Khyati Tuli

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