the storm gods are all
drunkards or on ice
and in their intoxicated state
they make themselves gods
their mother is a cow
in imitation they beautify their bodies
but cannot forget their masculinity
and so they rage
beating up everyone in their path
shaking the mountains
discharging great waters
which are red horses running
intoxication spreads
in a hallucination
giant vultures sit on the grass
as if they are human
monsoon turns to cloudswell
rain plinks
in ancient metrical form
a raga in flood
drunkards or on ice
and in their intoxicated state
they make themselves gods
their mother is a cow
in imitation they beautify their bodies
but cannot forget their masculinity
and so they rage
beating up everyone in their path
shaking the mountains
discharging great waters
which are red horses running
intoxication spreads
in a hallucination
giant vultures sit on the grass
as if they are human
monsoon turns to cloudswell
rain plinks
in ancient metrical form
a raga in flood
stunning last stanza
ReplyDeletehow to write about the incredible storms we're experiencing... I can almost hear a raga, in flood (the last stanza!)
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