by Priyanca Vaishnav
[box]Here’s a symbiotic friendship between the dominant rain and the submissive myna. Priyanca Vaishnav writes a poem.[/box]She plays hide and seek
where trees lie mobbed together:
Sometimes, a veil of shower
at times, just peek-a-boo.
Her games are an open secret,
like a burqa that covers beauty
and intrigues the onlooker too.
She dances on the ledge
and climbs in through the window.
When the winds chase her elusive arrival,
she gushes through tiny by-lanes
And beckons all on the way—
The myna to sing,
The grass to beam,
The walls to mould,
And lovers to dream.
Dreams shatter as she lashes about,
Mould makes way for more mould,
The grass sinks, stamped upon,
but the myna wades through—
A fog that threatens to blind
and labyrinths that could puzzle;
she weathers a prick or two – but,
the friend catches up, at last.
Priyanca Vaishnav freelances for corporates as a writer and editor. Her passions include animals and music, and she also has a big sweet tooth! The German aspect of World War II from history and travelling are other interests she pursues actively. Priyanca blogs at http://bombaychuddies.blogspot.com
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