memories flash
like falling rain
makes you wet
and then makes you dance
you get cold
you shiver upon a
loss
under the skies
flashes of lightning
you meet the child
in you
begging for what should
not have been
on one sees you crying
in the rain
thunder hides the sob
of the woman
ripe mangoes fall
the child in you runs to
pick them up
you hear mother calling
father is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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