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Norwester
by Gautam Sengupta
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  If you would depart this early
Why not grant me
The joy of a prompt coming?
Rains come and rains will go
The norwester will not wait either
When the time will be ripe.
The storm will cease
The floodwater will linger to recede
The greeneries will show up again
Readying the soil to be tilled
We were born in the chasm
Of an all consuming chaos
We will not perish.
The glow of your chins
Reflects a majestic arrogance
Signifying ardor of an untainted soul
The heart beats in cavity on the left
You stay close on my right
But I cannot wait
Shut away from the calls over there.

Casting spell of your unassumed grace
And tenderness of your eyes
Your heart overflowing with love and raptures
You scuttle around in swift steps
Your unbounded locks of hair
Running down like a rambling brook.

Allow me the joy
To wipe out the sweat of your brow
Let the showers from the sky
Wash us down to the heels
Rains are pouring heavily in the woods
They trickle down unchecked
Through the roof of my battered hut
Luxury of a brick built home
Is a dream for me.

You are my goddess of bounties
And it is heaven all around when you stay
Else, let the vultures cry.

December 22 ,2002
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