Rain. by Sayani Mukherjee

Purple hibiscus and the tears of tomorrow

Bleeds a thousand promises of faith

I breathed a heavy breathing of autumn

Of memories and March days

Of banal thoughts and the heights of the promise

An autumn day of quiet and solitude

The river runs a deeper knife

Of past statues and quiet evenings

A little day of yellow faces

My poetry is for roses and dandelions

Dancing around the river green

Till the moonshine kisses the rain.