and a whole special light will, hopefully, light that grossness right out of the realm of our perceptibility.
It is May. And May has its darling buds. Palash and hibiscus. Zinnia and marigold. But this May is not the month of flowers in the Indian plains. It is a parched month of pining. For compassion. And ...
Summer Rain** The lost umbrella Let’s leave it in the rain’s sound Let’s not wander the rain Searching for the same thing Let’s not carry a dampened heart To tomorrow Let’s sleep deeply Let’s not even ...
the elements of a cloud’s quick temper.
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