When he plays drum

When he takes up the drum

the sea water

starts steaming

and on his beloved brow

and the beads of perspiration

When he beats

on the drum

a big star breaks down

and the curtain of his beloved window flickers

this sweet soaked pain

spray out from the beating drum

the earth forgets to move

on the roof of his beloved

quietly came and sat a little bird

showering from the skies

her hair spreads

and trees bathe

in its sweet perfume

When he plays drum

- Rati Saxena