The Lark
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The Lark

POETRY

The First Rain-Drop

Feelings

I look up, toward the cloud-accumulated sky,
a sudden crack of thunder, a mild tinge of lightning,
a gush of wind throwing some hair on my face,
I close my eyes, opening my lips a bit,
waiting, waiting for that first globule, the first drop,
to befall on my parched face, and caress it like a longing lover,
quench the thirst of my soul,

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Somsubhra Banerjee

Loves mountains, sea waves, old buildings, petrichor, sound of night crickets, haiku, kintsukuroi , books, dogs, silences and also cacophonies!:)