The rain whispering loudly, not like a scream or high tone though.
He is sitting in front of me, mumbling wordings, careful listen reveal–
Verse from Gita speaking on evil never win; goodness defeat it by surpass.
He is looking different today. Long tangled hair chopped;
The beard is shaved off. The cloth he wear is clean and neat not the rag & tattered.
A thunder clapped. We few at bus stand startled.
Bhova Pagla jumped up & laugh out loud; then in English he shout
Am the most happiest person; your sadness cannot make me melancholy…never…
I look aside at my female colleague; she is scared.
How long I am in blue I ask self…
How long I am denying beckon of love…
Oh…this breeze…now…am not surrounding to pensiveness…
Bhova Pagla screamed again; my colleague more scared.
I took a step forward to talk to her…
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Thank you Paul Scribble for this dVerse prompt on Blessing Poem. Hope this match the prompt.
Thoughts of Words 
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