Bangalore Rains and Few Distorted Feelings (A Poem)

There are thousand suns/
A Million moons/
But, my earth is one/
The single raindrop is one/
The road wet in tears is one/
Leaves shivering in breeze stitches a life of unknown/
I am still there holding my pink umbrella under the pine groove of my plateau/
The paddy fields of untold stories/
Bursting and tearing apart what my innocence told me once/
Memories of my last wooden house on the tree top is what I carry with my sisters.