Diagonal rain. Waves scud towards the sand
crest and trough. Through clouds, a strandof light shimmers down to a silvered zone of sea.
The gulls circle its uncertainty.
And rains - untimely, unsure, sporadic
throw off schedules, flood roads, congest traffic.
A sea of umbrellas on the street
And late by an hour, boy and girl meet
I watch the rain, think of thee
Cleansing her soul, you that she.
4 comments:
Interesting. So you're in Bombay ?
nope..am in bangalore...hw goes?
How come you shifted base?
Beautiful poem, by the way. I never pegged you as one of the rain lovers.
who even uses 'thee' anymore? :P
noice noice, I likes
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