AMANYU T, KALPAKKAM
Down is pelting the rainy tide,
By my window side, down my transom wide.
Limpid harbingers in candid wise,
Of birth and demise, from the plangent skies.
As parting’s tears are black clouds shed,
Unto thirsty bed are they thus fed.
Reviving and destroying in flurry,
Burying in hurry, chords of worry.
In me for long had been teeming, this rain,
Of pain and gain; Awaiting fain,
At its close, a languid spell,
Of a phantom fell, of rime hung well.
Through damp deads and gory meads,
For many heads I’ve seen in deads,
Till their requiem’s close.
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