Days blended into nights
and then suddenly
a raindrop
quietly managed
to touch
your cheeks
while you looked out through
the fort windows
drenched in a
train of wayward suns
creeping in
within a desert storm
camels stirring a
scattered rainbow
there was a whiff of
wet earth again
desires I had seen once
between your wet tresses
and laburnum
rushes
the window jali
caught up with
your eyes
the sun and the
rain.
– Dr. Amitabh Mitra
October 31, 2004