the last tear
Pitter patter pitter patter
Rain drops plop down
A drizzle at best
With a dash of salt
On a weathered palm
That shook many a paw
Waiting for the torrent
Of a few, measured drops
From a dried up spring
That once gave freely
Is now happily barren
The gland is tired and worn out
And now sterile from overuse
The pump is losing steam
From years of upheaval
The right brain is numb
From a genocide of cells
The twin windows parched
From the imminent drought
The monsoon has ended
The typhoon has passed
A cold numb has set in
Like chill on a corpse
posted by kalpana @ 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
hey kalpana, stumbled upon your blog... glad to see you are posting after so long. bleak post though :(
hey kavita. u'll be glad to know that i don't feel as bleak as the post:) how've you been? we should catch up soon. in real life, that is:)
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