Monday, May 10, 2010

The leaves that fell in
last night's storm
wept to sleep
like hungry children

News ink

bicycle bells

As I sip my tea
and my Kolkata awakes
Kanchenjunga is
Turning Golden

1 comment:

  1. love the contrast of imagery punctuated by the news ink and the bicycle bells... the leaf falling felt like a dream in the jarring reality of the rest of it.