Madras Monsoon Poem by Indira Renganathan

Madras Monsoon



Like the awaited chief guest

Comes to fare on thundering ovation

Flooded people sail in spirit

Unknowing of a manhole-salvation


Gone to come back by litanies and matins

Meantime-dug pits are ready to harvest

Erstwhile pour next time fails

Exterior rivers enforced to in set

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