it is late afternoon
a steady rain
falls. thin
drops ordered
italicized prim
the nasturtium
leaves collect droplets of mercury
that slide off
leaving the ones below nodding
like drunken men or
old academicians bleary
the three
interwoven trunks of the apricot
stand leaning in on
each other
like, outside the
closed shop
the women gossiping
together
keeping out of the
rain, under the awning
the big black
shaggy four-eyed bhutia is on his
round undaunted.
shaking the rain off his
fur coat
impenetrable that’s knotted with matted
tufts of the winter
coat that he’s shedding
the sparrows sit
huddled under panes and eaves
a fierce wind picks
up, caressing the fields
into waves,
seducing the sighing trees
till they are left
trembling helplessly
the drops shimmer
and dance on the shining tar
there are rapids in
the drains and gutters
waterfalls on the
cliffs afar
and here am i, with
no woman to write about, to sketch
no beautiful napes to admire,
no ankles thin or stout, to touch
it’s been a lonely
june
2 comments:
Insane! I just wrote something and tried a 4-3-2-2-1 line pattern. Half hour later, I say, let's see if this boy has written anything new and voila!
haha :) cool.
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