Wednesday, July 25, 2012

June Clouds

Your thoughts have drifted into my heart
Like the first clouds in the eastern skies,
Moist with fragrance of the distant rains.

The summer was long: the thirsty roots
And the babbling brooks have dried up
Like green dreams, withered in the sun.

I know these dark clouds will not burst forth
As chattering rain on my window-panes;
But the day is dark, and I seek darkness.

Lightning streaks the sky with a promise,
To fall with unrestrained joy one day:
Not here, not now, but someplace else.

Diptesh Ghosh

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