Theme: Seasons

Monsoon Memory

When the rain gods were done
With their hail-o-rama run
The koyal wailed its all-clear call
The roadside gutters beckoned all
Us frog hunters to a fresh attack
Charging to the rhythm of the squeaky smack
Of rubber chappals flicking at calloused heels
And slushy whining mudguards on bicycle wheels

To where
Paper boats meandered on the water (puddled)
By the banyan tree where the orphan huddled
Crushing hailstones between his chattering teeth
While the scent of halva swayed to Natya Sangeet


More By  :  Arun Anand Ahuja

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