Match maker- monsoon! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
His curly hair wet, drip
After a shower from the skies;
Takes shelter under a bridge.
A girl halts the car,
Will you give me lift?
I live close by, she grins…
Come on, hop in
Where is your rain gear?
She asked as she steeered.
Exchange a look
Then look away.
Trees sway...
Will you come for coffee
Or is someone waiting for you?
Hurriedly, no nobody.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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