The message

The breeze came first-

a drunken messenger lurching
past the towering coconut leaves,
leaving in his wake
a conference of angry crickets

Falling down breathless at the doorstep,
he whispered,
between tired intoxicated sighs,

‘The rains are here’

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About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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