TAKING THE RAIN
Dazzling in the dim rain
a pariah kite perched as usual
on a tall telephone tower,
hoists its grey wings like sails
as if sailing in the wind
taking the rain,
then arches its plumage as if
ready to lift—taking the rain,
holding at bay the big surge to be air-borne,
taking the rain–
then spreads the power wings full length
and off—launched on a glad gliding path
through wind and the ministry of rain
across the misbegotten parched delinquent city
also taking the rain.
Subhransu Maitra)
