Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 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.

Mamta Agarwal

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