The Last Stanza
Rain
Its raining for tomorrow
and yesterday.
Potholes I complained about disappear gradually,
and shy pretenders
remember their rusty villages.
Birds hide inside trees
and my enemy ants
spring to life,
with vengeance and disease.
A polite female voice yawns,
as I try and soak myself
in this feverish but beautiful weather.
Rain has condensed our distance;
I would like to believe.
Dry air is chased farther
away from me
and this country becomes mine
for not being itself.
for now.
Little streams grow prouder
and flaunt their vagabond existence,
while my roof cracks with laughter
to let in pariah drops,
to plunder my warm cup of tea
which itself jumps out to flirt
with our fleeting visitor.
Ritesh Bhandari
A student of MBBS currently studying in Rajasthan, Ritesh likes to think of himself as a random, peaceful dreamer. He loves to write, poems mostly and has been doing so for the past decade. Apart from that, he's into films, football, music and beer, and is looking for inspiration in everything at all times.
