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07 December, 2004

Rain Days

and then
the rains came
and went by.

Those twelve sodden days
left out to dry
at the window sill.

and yet,

I cannot get the smell
of yesterday out of their folds.

10/8/2004

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6 Comments:

Blogger manisha lakhe said...

i close my eyes and can smell the rains and all the other smells that your poem brings...brill!

07 December, 2004 21:24  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

12 sodden days might have given you a bad cold-temporary loss of smelling power!

08 December, 2004 10:40  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

tweleve sodden days...not sodden poet! methinks you missed point here, anonymous!

08 December, 2004 21:16  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Manisha Lake: Sorry, Sorry. Thanks for enlightening me.You missed my point too. Anyway, poetry is not my cup of tea (or coffee?. Never again.

09 December, 2004 15:37  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Nice twist on 'smell' Sunil,

"I cannot get the smell
of yesterday out of their folds."

A coincidence, even I just put one up on smell today!

:-)

11 December, 2004 15:06  
Blogger raindanseuse said...

I loved the metaphor after 12 sodden days. I can almost hear a sigh in those words.

13 December, 2004 00:36  

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