Now Wash My Ashes Of The Funeral Pile... Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Now Wash My Ashes Of The Funeral Pile...



O profligate rain
Where are you playing with the wind-girl?
All day long I'm waiting
Experienced rebirth of innumerable earths
Have not recalled me?
At least once?

Now wash my ashes of the funeral pile...

Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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