I suppose too much driving in the rain does this to you :)

Poet

Unseen by Dream
Unheard by song
He carries the
Entire September monsoon
On his shoulder blades

And when mood sets in
He lights pyres
Old …new and…
burning

And yes
He calls himself a poet.

I call him my “Rain Man”

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Kannan G
Wonderful imagery, as usual!
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Meggie Gultiano
simply magical
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Munia Khan
I am floating away Sri with your magical way with words~~~~ Simply celestial!!
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Munia Khan
I am floating away Sri with your magical way with words~~~~ Simply celestial!!
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patspoems
Beautiful flow of words..... Pat
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Chaos1214
You describe a subject adept at poetry in motion.
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Susan Jarvis
Sri, keep driving in that rain... it's marvellous for creativity - this beautiful poem serves to prove it!! A pleasure to read. :)
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carol
rain man perfect
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nimal dunuhinga
You call him by the right name and he gives you a drizzle!
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heather wilkins
great poem
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Kamala
I will better throw that umbrella off to have a chat with his silver pokes and wish to get my cigar a light. Wonderful!
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MoonLi
September monsoon.... "Rain Man".... something special seems, Sri.. Nice one!
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Sandra Martyres
perfect images Sri...good write
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Nikunj
Wow....i see my reflections in this ..even despite carrying an umbrella all the time
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