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06/06/2025 Rema Pisharody

JUNE

When rain is of the last alphabet of JuneNothing remains in surface.Words nor silence..When someone empties a basket fullof dark

Beneath my feet, it breathes—this soil of Kolkata, warm with stories.It remembers Tagore’s pen,the thunder of Netaji’s dream,and the silent

Bahrain walks with golden sand beneath her feet,Her breath is scented with oud and date-sweet.She lifts her veil of dawn

My home is in the valley of heaven,Under the bossom of mother natureThe valley remains virgin for ages,Contain her beauty

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I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley

The summer blazed like burning sand,On the path where your footprints faded,Along the jagged shore of forgettingI remain—a hollow image,

And then there were three…Atleast known to me —Gulmohar, Cassia and Bougainvillea. The trio of Chennai city’s summer heat,Make a