Ransom and rain
Rain is a noise
my umbrella can kiss
this is coffee
frothing from the mouth
your colorless lips
must touch
prisoned in a see through
fusion of soft music
and small chatter
you are in that orange saree*
holding memory to ransom
I know I cannot pay to release
saree is a piece of 12 ' cloth women in India wear
By Nikhil Nath
© 2010 Nikhil Nath
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