Monsoon

October 25, 2022

Sky shelters
the magic bowls
that wrapped.
Drizzle dances
Ahead of street lights.

Stillness of the wet city
Breeze and chilly.
Carving bundles
Of memories.

I could sense-even
a city has nerves
Of such emotions.

A mid-night sounds
Of heavy rain drops.
As a rhythm
Of a city that dumb.
That too makes a sob.

The heart queried
As roaming bird
“How will it be now?”
Awaken backyard
Light up the shade
Of full-moon Beam down.

In on my all dreams
I’m going on seeking
Those foxing pages
Of an old book
That I’ve read
In on a hail
Over my shed.

Sameera Fathima

Sameera is a Srilankan who lives in East London. She has a Diploma in teaching from the college of education in Sri Lanka and worked as a teacher in Sri Lanka. She started to write in the school days and could not continue writing as life changed. But still she believes that writing is her therapy for all her inarticulated feelings.

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