27 December 2007
Sounds
Tip-tap on the rooftop
raised chins listen keenly
as they fall, we watch.
Crow claws clenching
and scratching the old
window panes,
the same rainy noon.
Damp and cold, cosy
in a laundry basket,
smiles watch with intent
your curled slumber,
on a tattered sari.
Raised ears under
paws, tucked for
sleep warmth.
On the balcony floor,
our hair curls in moisture,
face up to the rooftop,
a gaze, waiting...
till she sings - a new raga,
the same raga,
we join, the same rainy noon.
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