This Summer

This Summer

I could smell the rain
         Deep in the air
…. We’d had days
             Of dry hot sun,
The fully cladded trees
   Stood patiently
      Waiting there,
The flowers
  ( Silent and still )
   Letting their beauty run….

It goes on…. I see it
   Flow between
      The leaves in their
         Poise and prance.
The pulsating hum
   Seeps secretly
      Through this earth-green,
I witness
  ( Silent and still )
       The dread of Lord Shiva’s dance…………….
         … ( And the beat of His transformation-drum )

– Kaivalya Torpy.


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