Concert Light
Someone once read my palm and said-
Beware of water.
Since then I have noticed
if the rain drops gather on my forehead
a discomfort keeps growing.
Trying to keep my head away from the rain drops
I was real close almost intimate with the cold air
when I saw the clouds of the north side
turning to yellow phosphorus.
How can the morning start again at 9 at night?
What the hell is this? I thought and ran to the roof top
to check out on this divine light source.
Soon I realized that this light is just from a concert somewhere
which lit the sky and the air.
The way the incessant rain posed on the TV yesterday
and never bothered for my balcony
while I was running in and out in search
for those never-ending drops.
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Subhankar’s poetry chapbook is available from Grandma Moses Press.
