the air is muggy and a tiny rivulet of sweat
finds its way down my back.
i can smell the approaching rains
as dark clouds speed
across the heavens.
the parched earth within me
thirsts for the cloudburst.
its been a long drought
its been a long drought
after the week-long flood.
you had saved me
from drowning then.
now i wait for you
to quench my thirst.
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5 comments:
Wow!!
Speechless.
Again.
week long flood? drowning? Whaaa? And oh.. rain.. that's something I don't wait for at all.. I don't like it.. almost got killed in it once :| Moreover.. all the gloom.. na I cant take it! Should rain only at night. Messes up the roads here too
//its been a long drought
after the week-long flood.//
very profound...i wonder what the poet means by that??
wow...some serious poetry spouting going on here...
i hate being at a loss of words...i really do...
i liked this ....too...:)
@ Ps : thanks again!
@ shruti : lol... i know what you mean :)
@gazal : the poet meant whatever you understood by it :)
@suma : if you asked me what some of this meant or why i'm going through this 'poetry spouting' phase, i too would be at a loss for words :)
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