Before it could swing back
after having moved
from left to right
a hundred raindrops
obscured—the road
or my eye?
Also in that moment when
the heart was stunned between
taint and innocence, another
hundred fell similarly.
The rain hasn't let up yet.
(in Tamil, translated by N. Kalyan Raman)
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