Home is the first rains in Mumbai.
The violence of the raindrops
Erasing summer’s fetid relics,
Where arms outstretched, we welcomed
The Rain God to his own abode
Where our paper boats floated
Before sinking in the puddles
We giggled in their misery
Assured of a dry, safe haven
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2 comments:
Well captured! Good to see the poems back on the blog.
@Niranjan: so good to hear from you and thank you very much for the kind words. Poems, stories, all coming through in a trickle nowadays :)
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