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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