Summer Rains
This return to the alleys
by slopes of these hills
is a return when spring
in aftermath waits for Summer rains
Summer rains which douse the heart
with passion and lust for living
Summer rains when monsoon drenched
riot of colours light the streets
But the invisible hand which
shapes destiny of these hills
lie bare bodied on my soul
Summer rains which wash feet
and ripened plums bloom on trees
Summer rains awash
The hills are silent mute
As we walk lightly stepping across
clouds of tumult- seas
and whispering pines do the rest.
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