The thirst of
Earth and it's beings.
The petrichor flags your
Arrival on the lap of
Nature, with your pitter-patter
Oh! That urges the child within me
To shed inhibitions and play with you.
Pleasing smell of the
Earth, so naked and naïve.
Tantalizing the olfactory nerves,
Reassuring the onset of the rain.
Intoxicating the poet who's
Clouded with thoughts,
Hallucinating all the nature lovers,
Oh! Indeed a bliss it is and
Rightly called the Petrichor.
The station was bustling as usual
The train was crowded than usual.
I boarded the bogie quickly
And rushed to my seat hastily.
Slowly chugged the train
To go past the terrain.
The pretty girl sat by the window,