The Storm

YOU have come to me, on this hot noon

As the desert burns

My thoughts are blue, for a moment

The reckoning of my days

Bestowed on me

My breath is heavy with the dust of decades,

Loneliness.  The descent of a great desert

The say, nor the thought

Neither the sound

Can travel unto the truth;

But it has, behold – there is a storm

That gathers at the far horizon

The great tempest, as it shall be known

Henceforth

And forever

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Anant Dhavale

Coyright @Anant Dhavale