Rejoinder

This rain was once us

This beauteous smell of the wet earth

Our song.

This upbeat odour, one of our intense longing and ardour

This distance our frequency.

Many monsoons I have waited thus

Unyielding, unworthy circumstance

And you left everything to chance.

Now it evokes fresh injuries.

Of martyred truths for chance revelations.

Of innocent forebodings that turned down the light inside of us-

The rains their charm, your voice, my arm

All empty like the sky above you and me.

Where there was once a song and now there is only the wrong.