The Alien Flood
THE ALIEN FLOOD
The displaced river, dry in the desert, its sandy memory blank,
forgets how to flow, waits for the rains to breach the bank.
The unattached emotion, alien to your heart, its place uncertain,
fails to fill you until the flood comes with my tears of pain.
June 8, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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