Sravan Sentiments

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The deep dark clouds rumble
And crash into the woods.
A thousand raindrops
Suddenly spill over the ancient foliage.

Shrieking, she takes off.

Her anxious feet dart by
And she flashes through the woods,
Her drenched veil
Hugging onto her breasts.

And then, suddenly, she stops.
Her large, dark eyes
Scared and eager
Quiver.

The rains hiss down
Shivering and cold
As she clutches herself close.

A sword of light scars the sky
A cloud claps out loud

As if woken, she smiles,
Lighting up the whole forest
With a hundred torches.
Flinging her arms, she flies off
Again, flashing past.
Only now here,
And now no more.
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Bengaluru, KA,
March, 2007