Driblets Dribble
AMANYU.T, KALPAKKAM
Rains have come; amanyut@yahoo.co.in
With them my pride and honour.
Clouds will hum,
To shed my grief and dolour.
Mauve is sky,
With spout of love and joy.
Time will lie,
Let man and beast enjoy.
Blood has spilt,
O’er welkin, love and hue.
Castles built,
Are green and candid new.
Sloppy, ripe,
Each dropp to limpid streams.
Dribbles wipe,
Each eye of tears, dark dreams.
Ears shut now,
But to rains within man which pelt.
Sweeter love,
With kisses twain hath closed each welt.
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