Poetry 2012 Shortlist, Sourabh Gupta

The Pouring

Wild gulmohar yard
red blooms rotting
on moist earth black
deep-green
clouds
love-dark
shadow afternoon's
sweet, airy yard
sky growling
gathering
bird singing
bulb going
lashings
cold
wet
love-dark
scented moist earth black

how the pouring washes us apart.