Thursday, 11 July 2013

Seasons

They turn
not with sun or stars
the lunar effect on water
annual depressions in the Bay of Bengal
they are not of sun and rain
they don’t make drought or flood
or a softer blend
they are heart-drawn chariots
with wings for wheels
that bend the tree and twist the wind
that conjure laughter from a land of sorrow
make music out of desolate days
make me cry
for no reason at all.

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