Rain On A Window Pane Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Last night, a silent shower between my sleeps
Left damp traces on terraces and tarmac four floors below
My window pane. A slant of rain has spattered
Water-pearls in gravid globules on the glass.
The pink iridescence of dawn has touched some beads
Still clinging to the balustrade, as if balancing
Two ways to vanish: evaporate or fall.
Transience is art when beheld, not as a Still Life, but
As a way of being and becoming, an everlasting dynamic
Of wind and cloud beyond our aesthetics.

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2014, Mysore