Laden wisps of the sky,
Deeper than the deepest
dye
Paint the summer day
dark,
Answering to some
murmuring lark.
The dusty shades are
all washed clean,
And some distant
peacocks laugh and preen,
But someone sure
knows the source of this treasure trove -
These are all but
tears from above.
Untimely and
uninvited, the rain still falls
Wet eyes see as melancholy
crawls.
But thoughts still
are drawn, staring at the sky,
If it can let go why
can’t I?
Life is not like
rain, for it is all in rewind forever
But rain lets go of
the summer pain; that is for us to remember.
- Vaisakhi Mishra
