The unabating cry
Of an outlying cricket
Invades the stillness
Of a monsoon night.
Sweet cacophony
Fills the airspace
Quietly summoning
A mellifluous cloudburst.
Hounds of melancholy
Strengthen their shields
And sharpen blades
In perpetual obstinacy.
In the distrait ambit
I see a flourish too bright
Like stars caught
In a cast net.
A breath of damp soil
Plunges into my nostrils
Leaving a dewy freshness
On my curved lips.
A cry breaks the tranquility
Of the morose nighttime.
My soul awakens to the
Plea that I realise has come from
Deep within.
7verina 