May
16
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Wed, 05/16/2018 - 15:36 IST
What of these raindrops?
They fall
and disappear.
To us, it is, but an instant;
But in that!
Lies,
their eternity;
Lies,
a nameless faith:
In falling,
and disappearing.
In the fabric
of their romance,
with the damp earth,
concrete, feathers,
and my skin,
I find:
Myself,
sewn within.