Eavesdropper

`
Grave grooves
Of dark, grave hills.

The rain slithers down
Crawling along broad shoulders
Of tall, shadowy trees,

An ancient, familiar rendezvous.

The rain whispers
In dappled notes;
The trees answer back,
Witnessed by the dark
Silence
Of the hills.

The exchange is patient
Yet restless.


' wonder what it is!
' wonder what plans they have
For man…
`

Chandannagar, WB,

July, 2007