Tajudeen Shah (India.)
It was raining last night.
I sit gazing at the bruised branches
Of trees that wall my humble thatch.
Leaves dead and green lament over
The tender mango sprouts, who
Challenged the wild summer rain;
A spill of pale cake granules.
Pale hairy roots of young trees,
A shattered sparrow’s nest,
The stooping branch of a guava,
Fruits-laden, all reminder specimens! .
Blessed basil leaves bear tiny
Silver pearls, clean and pure;
Proclamation of a nocturnal rain
That sets the morn’s golden glory.
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