After a rainfall
Whatever relief the rainsmight bring
but soon it swells up
Whatever sultriness
the rains might bring
it starts hotting up again....
Such is our conversation
about weather
which for a brief while
i assumed
was about us.
But who will say first
when the words are so tenuous
and the unsaid is so
tenacious.
When the conversation is
always flowing and
the pauses are like
arms outstretched
for embrace
when there is no conflict
to tide over
Whatever it is-
I tell you is a lake
- a pool of calm.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2024-07-15 at 20:46
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