Monday, August 29, 2011

When it rains

When it rains
I wrap myself in a grey plastic tarpaulin
A yellowish carton to cover my head

And cycle
Through tiny puddles

Of counting rain drops
Behind a dirty window pane

1 comment:

Cutting Chai said...

For some weird reason this reminds me a poem by Pash - Sabse Khatarnak... me likes!!