Poem - 3 | May-Jun 2025

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Rainy Spell 

KRISHNENDU Kuili 

Purba Medinipur, West Bengal

 

The drizzle starts to fall,

   Tip-tip, soft and small.

I’ve got to reach the mart

But where on earth to start?

 

With an umbrella wide,

   I step out, stride by stride.

A sudden burst of rain

It pours like a runaway train!

 

The streets are all a stream,

   The world’s a soggy dream;

A thunderclap so near

Oh no! What chaos here!

 

I’ve barely gone a mile,

   I’m soaked in fullest style.

Dripping and worn out tight,

I stumble home outright.

 

But khichuri warm and nice,

   With something meaty—spice!

Feasting and fun embrace

To sweeten these rainy days.

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