Basab
Mondal - Rain in my corridor
Rain in my corridor
Lost, I touch my own inner self
to find
a vacuum, gilded
by your presence.
The rain in your premise
wettens my casement.
I realise, you are
my only ailment
and I the only meaningful iota
in your firmament
my only ailment
and I the only meaningful iota
in your firmament
But then too,
the mutation of our souls
remains an impossible possibility.
the mutation of our souls
remains an impossible possibility.