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When the rains come as bulging drops of tear,

I can smell the wet warmth of your intimacy.

As if you are here, there, and everywhere, 

As if you run around me in the rain-soaked garden, 

Your hair splashing a memory of love forbidden.

When the rains keep coming more and more, 

I can no longer smell or see or hear 

Anything that once upon a time was you.

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Written by nirupam
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