Usha Pisharody - august tidings

the rain powdered down
like fine sand thru' fingers
and caught in my hair
like dew drops
in a spider's web;
(only it wasn't so pretty!)

my thoughts
like fairies, fathomless in flight
delighted the mood.




9 August, '83

Usha Pisharody

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