(Rainfall)
The first rain of the season arrives; the city is reborn
Though the rain promises company, I still feel all alone.
Relentlessly, the rain pours down at the dead of night
Past mistakes linger on; no one can set the record right.
I wasn’t the one to let go, it was you who crossed the line
And now I know deep in my heart, you were never mine.
Didn’t care about faith much, never thought I’d pray
Yet now I beg for the cup to pass—take this pain away!
The winds are fierce, ushering in dark deluges of despair
They wash away sweet memories, and leave behind the tears.
I always stood firm by you, never wanted our love to die
But you had other plans, left without even saying goodbye.
The phone hasn’t rung since; you haven’t opened the door
Drenched in rain I watch my world end, dare not hope anymore.
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Souvik Chakraborty, by profession a mid-level manager at Steel Authority of India Ltd., has, since his early days, been a voracious reader of both literary and popular fiction. Till date he has edited eight acclaimed anthologies in English, and a handful in Bengali as well. When not busy collating stories, Souvik likes to try his hand at penning poems and speculative yarns, and over the past few years, has contributed a number of short pieces to various renowned periodicals. He loves playing the guitar, and his hobbies include listening to rock music and watching thriller movies.
