Category: Poem


  • Rain

    The patter of rain pounding on the roof pierced into my subconsciousmaking me awake in the early hoursof the day. From one region to another,it’s the same deafening pattern in varying degrees. Apartments are buried in cold fright at nightfall,putting blankets and heatersto task round the clock. Laterite roads are soaked in messy mud,making motoring…