Ranjana Banerjee

Blues

The clouds are there
The grey clouds
They have been there since afternoon
As if debating over the point
To pour or not to pour”
Birds know exactly when the air is pregnant
They always swoop down before the sky opens its womb
You don’t see any bird across the shattered sky
If it rains,
I would drench myself till my eyes sting
If not
I would just sit here till I drench my eyes.

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