Pure Love

It was raining
She was standing
Under the tree
Her beauty
Visible clearly
From under Her
Drenched clothes
Inviting
Passersby to look at her
Unconcerned about
What they were thinking?
Her eyes were glued
On the road
Anxiously waiting
For her beloved
To arrive
Take her in his arms
Provide warmth
To her cold body
And
Drench her
With pure love

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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