When the mind finds nowhen
Between today and yesterday
Waiting for a tomorrow it still
Hopes will arrive somehow
The thought that nothing survives
The march of purposeful time
Cannot be thought away
The tree that'll outlast me sways
In the rain-scented monsoon wind
All my troubles seem trivial when
The weather is as jubilant as now
The cries of excited children mock
The admonition of parents who
Remember only their last illness
After getting drenched like this.
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