Let anklets chime,
Like raindrops whisper
their surrender
to the love of water
bodies on earth outside.
When you come
to me tonight.
Let those little bells
that kiss your feet
at every step,
Keep singing how
divine to touch you is.
When you come
to me tonight.
And let me slip them
off you once, love,
with that tinkling wink
As our night begins
to hum it’s own tunes.
When you come
to me tonight.
© Arindam Dey
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