Poem of the week: Week Twenty Five.

And finally, I’m posting poems for July in the right month – well, almost. The poet for the month is Indrajit Hazra and poems will be from his poetry book Twentyfour Poems. 

And I think I’ve found the perfect first poem:

Monsoon
– Indrajit Hazra

A monsoon drips through the picked sky.
Warm July can rest on its back now
And let the saline drips patter.
“Rise Lazarus,”
In wet hushed tones
Comparable to silence
With bullfrogs butting in.

The streets inch up
Rising garbage water lake.
Tomorrow be born
In showered night
Not ready yet
Still far too shy.
Wading through the city slime
Half-opened buttons let in the drops,
Those slanting rains
Of prancing clouds
Of dancing pools
Of puddled sounds.

No, I won’t sidestep tonight,
Nor tiptoe on,
Nor return to cover as the prodigal son.
I’ll walk on drenched
Demented
Mad
A parched piece of barren land
Smiling at each rain-beaded face,
While the beast
Carries on its swirl.

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