Petrichor

The station was bustling as usual

The train was crowded than usual.

I boarded the bogie quickly

And rushed to my seat hastily.

Slowly chugged the train

To go past the terrain.

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The pretty girl sat by the window,

And smiled as the breeze cajoled her

She burst into a non stop chatter,

As the clouds began to gather.

I enjoyed  her talks

And was soon lost in my thoughts.

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“I wish I could tell you

how like the rain you are…”

These words shook me awake

My eyes opened to a young man

Who stood beside the girl

Holding her hand.

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Anna*.. Called out the girl

Yes Kanmani**.. Came the reply,

As she picked up her stick and glasses.

She was an angel with blue eyes

Whose charm and chatter

Soothed the eyes and ears.

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The sudden breeze carried the petrichor

And as I paced fast to reach the door

Her words echoed through my mind

It struck me at that moment

That she sensed him like a petrichor

Which makes us sense the rain.

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*Anna – elder brother in Tamil

** Kanmani – pupil of the eye(literal meaning) ;used to  address children or beloved in Tamil

Kirti V