I started to smile, and then the dust came
settling, settling; covering even the rain.
pink, mauve, red I had, control them I did
but they played, colouring even the rain.
a july bride you wanted, framed I stood
for a sari wearing even the rain.
me you demanded, shatter me you would
let it come I cried; ring even the rain.
a pen brings no relief, Vebhuti said,
Shahid replied ink will bring even the rain.