Rain Soaked Sun Porch - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Clouds are crawling like ghosts
Over the grassland,
Leaving moist message of mourning
Upon the tip of green.
The sky is not unlighted yet,
Shimmering with a pale whiteness
Like the sclera of your eyes.
Then a sudden gust of rain drenches
Our nostalgia for the sun,
That you’ve hoisted as yellow flags
At our open porch of afternoon-love.
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