Poems

The Colour of Water

Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
this well-worn shirt,
and wash the memory
of all the passing seasons
from the walls.

This is not summer
nor autumn nor winter:
sometimes I recognize myself,
then forget.

Maybe after so much rain
all colour will be washed out
and my shirt then be the colour of water.

 

8.9.2008

 

6 Comments

1 Dilip

Very nice poem Mohan  short yet meaningful…

शायद कोई रंग ही ना बचे किसी सदी में इतनी बारिश के बाद 
यह कमीज तब पानी के रंग की होगी !

Its nice to understand with you..

2 Nicky

Mmmm very nice, I like this poem! thank you Mohan 

 

3 stikeve

realy helped me with project on hindi

4 stikeve

great poem. it helped me  in hindi project

5 Jennifer

Perceptive piece!

6 manisha

it is a really nice poem

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