The Monsoon Taxi

Prasun Goswami

Rain lashes the yellow taxi,
Each drop a tiny sieve's sound.
Suddenly, a woman in red saree,
Eyes like monsoon clouds, called out to me.
Her smile, like the chime of the wind's bell, filled the air.
'Where to, madam?' I asked, transfixed.
'To the moon,' she said, and winked.
The taxi jolted, defying gravity.
Rain lashes the yellow taxi,
Each drop a tiny sieve's sound.

  • Author: Prasun Goswami (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2024 12:57
  • Category: Love
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