Sunday Reflection By Ananya Chatterjee
Lost and Found
Wooed by a sudden dust storm
my umbrella quit on me,
leaving me alone
with showers that came
to drown a forgotten city.
The city could have
been my heart
fallen off the map
of an absent-minded earth.
The city could have
been my soul,
every road stark blind,
every window
a hungry black hole.
The summer rains
made us meet.
We drowned in sync
and as we did
I found in me,
in rain scented bliss,
the same parasol
floating upturned
in a sleeping metropolis.
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