Chrysalism
A welcome gloom,
Transfixing me to the stone cold
Window sill
And I wait.
I wait for the heavens to weep.
After an eternity of sultry heat.
The wind brushes my cheek.
A soft gentle touch.
And seduces me into a daze.
As I wonder,
I wonder
As lonely leaves roll on by
In the deserted street below.
When the sky shall start howling
When the branches may start dancing to and fro
In this romance of an evening monsoon
When the chrysalism may take hold.
Copyright © Rhiddhit Paul | Year Posted 2017
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