Summer of '99

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    Summer of '99

    Some countless summers ago…
    I was your blushing bride
    you were my verdant flame
    Our laughter would echo the walls
    melting like
    hot molten paraffin
    drip by drip every
    noon night and day

    One evening…
    after a sudden cloud burst
    just like our impromptu love making
    I delightedly
    followed a trail of ants
    on the floor.


    There along the window frame
    I saw a long tail
    (probably a resident of neighboring monkeyhood)

    Only on coming closer
    Did I see
    It was not our friendly neighbor
    But a king Cobra
    suspended upside- down


    I shrieked and shrieked
    Till you pulled me back
    Into your embrace once again


    Yes it was the summer
    When I was unfamiliar
    With death’s strange dialect

    Somehow I don’t fear snakes anymore…
    But I still carry the smell of you everywhere

    …citrus mingling with wet earth…

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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