The rain comes down out of a fog,
a windy night,
street lamps.
The raindrops shy away,
scared by the street that outshines the sky.
Waves after waves of light and rain
swerving, daring the universe that is born
from moment to moment under an invisible sky
A street deserted, the edifice stands
mute, invincible signs when the sunshine helped the builders' hand.
The row of lamps dips and vanishes beyond the horizon's end.
And the raindrops sing a maniacal song.
A bleak rain-dance, the end of season invites all.
The world has shrunk and the wind howls,
and this is the night, even the wolf falls silent
and sleeps in his den.
Sushama Karnik
Oct 29, 2016
a windy night,
street lamps.
The raindrops shy away,
scared by the street that outshines the sky.
Waves after waves of light and rain
swerving, daring the universe that is born
from moment to moment under an invisible sky
A street deserted, the edifice stands
mute, invincible signs when the sunshine helped the builders' hand.
The row of lamps dips and vanishes beyond the horizon's end.
And the raindrops sing a maniacal song.
A bleak rain-dance, the end of season invites all.
The world has shrunk and the wind howls,
and this is the night, even the wolf falls silent
and sleeps in his den.
Sushama Karnik
Oct 29, 2016
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