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Accepting The Messy Parts Of Your Life
THE MOST RAINED
Kushal Poddar
The most rained morning,
muted crackling, vapor rising
from the leftover riot of silence,
my siren hand pierces
your stupor of dream.
"South of being burns", I say,
and you ask, "Where
will we find a leeway
for our offsprings?"
I know not. Rain tiptoes,
fails and falls midst
two icebergs melting apart -
the time we perceive and
the time that holds us within.
The Most Rained: About Me
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