THE RAINS Poem by Dilip Chitre

THE RAINS



Through her blood's lightly layered
Hazy darkness
Lightning flashes out branches of my being
When, through intoxicated wet leaves,
The sudden stirring that's the month of Ashadha
Passes tenderly like a slight shiver.
And there remains
Only she
Of the trees, among the trees, for the trees:
Woman smelling of the season.

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Dilip Chitre

Dilip Chitre

Gujarat / India
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