Drizzle happened when we were away
In rain, catching it in our palms and hair.
We would go through its falling snakes
We went inside , much afraid of snakes.

They would slip though our eye-lashes
And fall right into our pockets and stain
Our surf-washed clothes with round coins.
The coins would fall plop into our shirts
In our undershirts ,in their star-like holes
And tickle our cold bodies to the marrow.

Drizzle happened raising hair Medusa-like
And its hair- snakes went all over our faces.
In the end ,eyes had little pearls clinging.
When in rain they did not shine to the sun.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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