(By Raja Ghoshal)
When it rains, nostalgia pours
A rain-drenched childhood glee
Floating along with paper boats
Sent across seven seas of innocence
Abandon of the first flush of youth
Soaked in monsoon magic
Dancing in rain to crave warmth later
Centuries ago, a poet made the cloud his messenger
To his beloved and every beloved in the faraway...
When it rains, nostalgia pours!