The Past

Even now I can’t believe
That, suddenly
In the rain
Under a tree
On the empty street
Such a vision would appear.
But there you were.

I still see your lashes
Fluttering
Your fingers
Fretting with your glistening umbrella

And now the rain distresses you
You put on your pout
And turn away
The rain persists
You pout and turn again...
The rain

The rain won’t go away

Though you pray and pray for the rain to leave
Though you intone the obscure sun

You turn and turn and turn
It is rain..
It is the rain and the past
The rain,

Yesterday’s sun
Has vanished
.

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-Cheran





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