Rebirth

Come,

My river,

Its time.

Don’t be real

Don’t rhyme

Don’t rant

Don’t you sun, shine?

Don’t be,

A false machine

A nervous wind.

A rain’s wail,

Land’s end.

Loons,

And blood red moons,

What do you say?

Sing?

Yes do,

And kill.

A rain restrained,

Nothing lasts for you, or me.

Money or nothing,

Monets, sonnets,

Two vultures,

One poem.

We’ll be back.

-Palash

October’2016, Tinsukia