Dear clouds passing through my sky,
take this missive from the one banished across the seas ...
When the minarets of my city you pass by
Take a moment to rest if you please..
Tell them.. I miss the rain drenched streets
Tell them I crave that feverish warmth
The haunting sound of the wind gushing through the turrets
As the old city faced your demonic wrath .....
Give me back my mother's frantic search
Give me back my sister's protective embrace
Give me back the moment I found love
Leave me with but one drop of your bounty of my face .....
Kolkata. I miss you. ...and thunder and downpour in Los Angeles- you are not helping !
[Originally written : October 11, 2012 · Los Angeles, CA]
[Originally written : October 11, 2012 · Los Angeles, CA]
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