Theme: Introspection

The Rain

On the hills everyone's courage failed
That meant a clean break from the past
A clear-cut informed decision in the rain
A prophet sat right there, cross-legged,
Smiling in the polished marble vault
The decadent city dropped away gradually
In the semantic vagueness of the general rain
The lovers promptly lost their pristine bodies
In the fecund continuity of the falling rain
A little rain-girl smiled beatifically
In the blue and green of her eyes
There was no tentativeness in their slant.


More By  :  A. J. Rao

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