Poem: Rains

By: Shloka Shankar 


Incessant rain pattered
Across my shoulders;
I soaked in the atmosphere
And smelt the earth-ravished scent
That kindles a passionate desire
So well-known, and yet so indefinable.

Bleary-eyed, I waded through
Puddles and lost myself in
Childhood’s delight;
A splash here, and a splash there,
That made me look incongruous
In a world of stiff-necked,
Hypocritical men.

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