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