Reading Fiction

 

I have seen kohl-cool clouds

hidden in between pages-

to give

a needed downpour, shower, drizzle of words

cleansing toxic, vituperative reality-

 

 

Now I am in between hard covers

being words-

flowing like the dusky Ganga of Benaras

my breath, buzzing like all the ghats*-

you read me, see my Manikarnika** being-

 

 

*riverfront

**a sacred cremation ghat

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Reading Fiction @ Poets United

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