When rainbows fall, light tears into the skies,

Squeezing out drops of blandness and water,
Seeping in a kaleidoscope of natures,
But underneath the gigantic of ‘pretty’
swells up, drawing admiration,
Few blinks, it then perishes,
Effacing lazy, hazy summer evenings,
Of goodness, locked in buckets,
fleeting with the chilled wind,
and in solitary evenings, drenching us,
In timelines, where once a foreigner inhabited,
Now, a refugee in other spaces mildly cries.


                                                                       ~ Abhinita Mohanty

                                                                              Chennai, India

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