I am below an umbrella,
I am chasing my Cinderella,
Visibility tends to zero,
I am a teen-aged hero,
It's a rainy day,
Being Adam's clay,
I can see her charms,
Her lovely arms,
In a sleeveless shirt,
My eyes full of dirt,
But you can't blame me,
I am bound to see,
Her body is exposed,
No eyes are closed,
She is wet and appealing,
Like a thief stealing,
Many hearts on their way,
It's rain on the clay,
It's call of nature,
Not an angel just a creature.
I go to the beauty,
To perform my duty,
And offer to share,
The love and care,
Of umbrella I had,
She made me glad,
By accepting my offer,
Did not call me a loafer,
While sharing my umbrella,
Asked she, my Cinderella,
Do you have any rag?
I see your bag,
I want to conceal,
The device of steal,
My body is exposed,
No eyes are closed.
She was woman of east!
And me, not better than a beast!
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-in-the-rains/
