Saturday, August 3, 2013

But it rained

It rained again
leaving behind droplets on electric wires and window bars
And spark of your absence

Cleaning the city of last night's sins
The world around takes a different shape
A fresh & wet look for a change

I wonder whether it rained in my village too
And what happened to all those paper-boats
Did they reach some other country or drowned in the way

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