You are like monsoon winds.
Just as they blow in a particular direction, in a particular season,
the conversations with you
and only you can go in a
particular direction. You lead them.
You season them,
such cooling and so soothing.
Did you ever realise when you
won’t be there, what will it become
of me?
How will I struggle with the summer
of my life when you won’t shower
your thoughts upon me?
The heat, is unbearable.
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