The Man in the Drizzle
A slow gathering of clouds in the north
forming into a pool of dark;
The cold breeze wafts a dry mango leaf
a little away from where it had been.
The lightnings that follow, increasingly in number,
create an illusion
of the fatelines on palms being stirred for sometime
and then going still.
The man by the roadside
watching these cosmic games
possibly for a change
must have been a onetime indulgent husband
who is now afraid, it seems,
more of the dry thunders inside the walls
rather than of the ones outside.
He would not let these moments go by, unenjoyed
but the rain that menacingly rose
ended up in a drizzle
and the man by the roadside
turned away from it hurriedly
for fear of catching cold
standing like that through the evening.