RAINDROPS ON MY WINDOW-PANE

                                     ~Pritha

 The sky breaks

 In a thousand tears

 Over the earth, unfeeling,

 A cluster of stones.

 In a shadowy corner

 Of my room,

Words lie heavy,

Moist with dew,

Too precious to be told;

Too dear to be concealed.

Hours pass by

In unbreakable rhythm;

Clouds well up

In the darkening west,

Memories cut deeper than knives.