Rain Again by Sreekanth Kopuri

You are here

this late afternoon

with sweet windfall

 under the guava tree

and the Earth’s fragrance

of your first touch

to defeat my reason

into a child

with light feet

in your hands, but

the tremors of the grim history

you have buried

along the sands of my home


grip me like a startled child.

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