I listen to the lyrics of lavish rain
that lashes the bared metals of my lone roof
lulling taut nerves to a kind of half sleep,
as the music of the truant monsoon wavers
in sounds of roving dark clouds
inside vaults of the sky too deep:
sometimes like the rustle
of sweet pain in blue vein
as tragic moments from memory's corridor
into the foaming, frothing waters
like seasonal fishes leap;
then a rumble of regret
in heart's secret fen
that grows into a roaring thunder
to echo huge losses again,
in the resounding chest of a deserted lover
into which lightning tries to peep;
the refrain of pain seems endless
as it howls again like a murderous wolf
at the edge of a dying jungle
where fear stalks flocks of poor sheep;
the cacophonous rain
rises to a higher pitch again
echoing the groans of landslides
in Badrinath and Amarnath
as the noble desires flowed as waste down
the melting mountain
in the heat of frequent face-offs
at the borders under strain;
hark, the showers have thinned down
into a light dose of cool drizzle
to soothe the cells of a racked brain!
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