Poem: Backyard Rainfall

By: Ranjeet Sarpal


I heard rainfall
In the backyard
Descending on patterns of loneliness,
Broken bottles,
Emptied chips packets,
Thrown bus tickets
Abandoned puppies,
Absorbing their fear of being alone ,
Stirring memories
In the dustbin of existence,
Liquidating bricks of time,
Dissolving the difference
And me,
Corresponding to your way of speaking.
I remember
The way you used to gossip.


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