and an attempt at haiku.
I have never been able to compose poetry. Here goes putting myself out there – vulnerable and quaky! In memory of the Kal Boishakhi – The afternoon thunderstorms that are an integral part of early summer which I loved growing up in West Bengal. In appreciation of the beatiful one that hit Sydney today.
waves shimmer in the sun
enveloping heat parched throats
burst of storm wind rain
image credit: http://inktoast.blogspot.com.au/2009/05/meghdootam.html