to the joyous thunder
of monsoon, to light
dancing one last time
in the vocabulary
of the sea,
to the salt breeze
praying in the mangroves,
the hum of the red-eyed
sun, the despair of hornbill
flooding the forests,
to a language spun
of twilight, the flame
dying at the foot of alstonia,
to the whistle of reeds
opening the spell of rain
they come home
my love, one last time.
Smitha Sehgal is a poet and legal professional serving in a Govt of India CPSE in Delhi
