The clouds are closing,
Thirsty soil awaits the rain;
/
My eyes are closing,
And I hope to be revived;
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Roads run like rivers,
Carrying away
/
Dry loads of summer days,
Ashes of summer lives;
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My heart is open
As I hope to be revived;
/
I chase the road
Which is too long for me;
/
And drops of monsoon rain –
Nature’s all-seeing eyes
/
Follow my steps
From leaves of ancient trees;
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And thunder roars at me,
Forbidding that I stop
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And lightning points the way
I’m meant to go
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My eyes are closed, my heart
Is open, and I walk
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Into the core of the monsoon
To be revived or gone
re last line: I often wonder I we have much say in the two possibilities
Thanks for your comment, Carl! I certainly don’t think we have much say in the matter: we just walk out of the house and into the world; and whatever happens to us there we have to deal with as best we can.
Wonderful piece. Can I keep saying this is my favorite? How many favorites can I have? 🙂
Yes, please keep saying that! I’m really happy you like what you read here!
too cute. i luv someone who exudes like u.
Awww, thanks, Sana!
What a brilliant write…I really loved the flow of the poem and the images that it conveyed.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.
mm. i am in there and these become my words as i read.
Bring an umbrella if you’re coming along :)!
Awesome imagery!
Thank you! Glad I managed to ‘show’ you my monsoon :).