This rain this awful rain refuses to take you away. If the paroxysm of my burns doesn't pain: what else will? Sediment of soil is vitiated with the rubble of washed-up years. On and off it leaks from the scourings. It’s inconceivable for those not tied to ribbon of reciprocalities to jerk to the same twist all the time.
About the Poet:
Sanjeev Sethi is published in over 30 countries. He has more than 1250 poems printed or posted in venues around the world. He is Joint-Winner of Full Fat Collection Competition-Deux organized by the Hedgehog Poetry Press.Recently his poem, A Factory of Feelings was voted Poem of Month March 2020 at Ink Sweat and Tears. He lives in Mumbai, India.