Matiyaburj

 

Wild gulmohar yard

red blooms rotting

on moist earth black

deep-green

clouds

love-dark

shadow afternoon’s

sweet, airy yard

sky growling

gathering

bird singing

bulb going

lashings

cold

wet

love-dark

scented moist earth black

how the pouring washes us apart.

 

        Bokaro, Jharkhand, June 16

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