By Nayana N
I'm already past the monsoon
Of the drops I sheltered as a tenant
They had the usual visitants of inclement
Broadening a customary gloom in June
I broached a walk with a former friend
When the house was bolted
Risked to draw the panel, a sight unfolded
Alluring a drab of unscathed dead end
I overlook the downpour in the core
As it shatters the ribs that housed
Blood scended as distress doused
To an exclamation of past exhumation
Replaced all of the murk with rud
As I descried soaked rugs
In all hues of crimson, scarlet, Ruby & much
To wash a bluff and life a hoary grab
Dither to dry a stain florid pale
As an impending winter prevails ahead
I shall await till summer's warm thread
To patch and embrace as monsoon arrives again
By Nayana N
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