Like the Indian groom
Who gulps a glass of milk
Before getting into his marriage bed
I drink my chocolate milk
To gain courage
For a lonely night
And the morning jogs ahead.
You should have come back before
If you were going to bring with you the westerlies
I teased, slyly telling him
I missed him.
If the rain gods were on my side
There would be a cyclone he bantered.
I knew however
That when a cyclone overcomes a drought
In half jest and half seriousness you said
You will be highly rewarded comrade,
for all your help.
In response I say
Waiting eagerly for some such remuneration
one day. Overindulging in emojis
suppressing the urge to say