Comments about K.S.Subramanian Subramanian
By The Rivulet
A hesitant drizzle here or
a patter a little later, rain
is a purveyor of mood hues.
Clouds too snort in dismay
at its slow drip of munificence.
As if acting on cue it opens
into a relentless downpour.
Then rivulets brim, canals breach
the banks, dams knock at the gates!