#025

it didn’t matter that the rains had gone-
they had left their mark

cuddling upon the
tender breast of Gaia
nervous
amorphous

mirrors of water

holding skeletons
foliate hearts
secrets
of engraved tyre-tracks

the rains had left their mark
tremulous- lakes of love in irises

©Mohana Das

Linked to http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

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9 thoughts on “#025

  1. I love the attitude of your poem….. and the directions it travels. I am thinking respect, gratitude, memories, secrets and love. Your rainy poem left a mark on me. I love it. Thank you for sharing this, Mohana

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