The rain droplets leave little dots
On the balcony floor making me
Draw a pattern with my eyes,
The drops soon thicken, hopping
Like children allowed at last to play,
When it starts pouring as if it cannot
Stop even to catch its breath, the mind
Hopes it won't turn into a cloudburst
Like the day father died when thought
To be invincible even in the face of death
The flow of memories was like this
And the heart wanted to wail but couldn't
In front of so many eyes eager to watch
Someone crack and show the shards,
When the urn was given to the waves
The sky, the sea and earth had all
Become one single roiling world
Whose grief no crying could stanch.
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