A Rainfall
This distance and
this gloom, this vacant space of the sky
Tracing a path from
nowhere across my sky
A vagrant cloud has
drifted here and covered all the shades of the plains
For no reason, it has
brought rains,
Unseasonal,
anachronistic rains.
The dried up path of
the river has vanished without a trace.
Deep, deep is the
fall
Deep is the call
Deep is the dark
inner shrine of the mind.
The winding ways of
the world
Never opened their
secret path to lead me out of the maze.
The paths of the rainfall
led me on
To this dim little
spot of a wood.
Who planted it here
and who tended it?
Do I need to know?
I feel the sigh of
the wind-swept forest.
The flame of its
blossom is the treasure in my heart, a crown of God that I wear on my head.
It’s the fire that’s
not within me to put out,
It was lit by the
hands of God.
Silly bird, singing
in my heart,
Where is your home,
where the nest?
Do not lose the track
of your land.
A koel should not get
drunk on her song.
Once she breaks out
of the nest, there is no flight-path back again.
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