Sunlight ricocheted
From the corrugated iron sheet
Like bouncing beetle nuts
Dislodged from their lofty station; some falling
On the sewer without ceremony.
As I found a safe haven under the shade,
The preacher left; threatening to return
With another day of sunshine.
Bokultol, Guwahati,18th of March,2012.
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