There is a thunder that dazzles
With every heavy downpour
But only an invisible tip toe
When heavens are filled
With the drops from down
Stealthily slip with the upward drizzle
To pour the agitated vapor within
The glittering treasures of core
Do not emit a flash to echo thunder
They merely dazzle with their soul
When the sun sets the façade ablaze
And when the moon churns tides
Like a sage lost within an infinite self
The inner horizon that recedes perpetually
The shimmering bed rows the vapor
Into the realm of upward drizzle.
Delhi
2187
22.45 hrs
23.2.25
