It was raining heavily in the evening. I sat in the balcony with my notebook in hand. These lines spew out of me onto the paper.
Beautiful rain, you bring-in bounty,
you bring-in relief.
Beautiful rain, you bring in memories
of paper boats and power cuts.
Beautiful rain, you bring nature to the lives that see only concrete.
Beautiful rain, you bring in perspective,
into the lives that are closeted.
Archives for September 2020
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,