Mighty Mights
by Maitri Anjani
The monsoon has arrived.
Who is the tall dark figure that kneels before my disfigured porch?
The monsoon,
has arrived.
has arrived.
It has come differently this time.
The pace was tighter.
The pace was tighter.
Most landscapes changed in most sights,
The hills grew damp and the tides moved lighter.
What are these?
All these crippling heights,
and mighty mights.
and mighty mights.
It's just not quite the season.
