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’


About teevramadhyam

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