Spread Through My Blood

The sweet monsoon wind softly blows
gentle and soothing cold on my face,
yet a poison, spread through my blood,
keeps me sweating profusely,
like it’s a summer noon outside!

Raindrops have lulled the capital
to an early sleep and the roads
are empty, shining dark and wet,
still a craving, spread through my blood,
leaves me sleepless and too dry!

Writhing in agony I wait
until the pain sings me a lullaby!