Like a poster the rain paints upon concrete
sucked in by the canvas where it stands
I am, the photon stolen when the gods meet
The mountain that hides inside the river sands
Like The valley where she hides
when rocks rain on her skull from above
I am, The stain on the river side
when she boils with cold love
Like The tadpole that prays and swims until
the sun blessed it with heat
I am, the unprescribed magic pill
that recolors the shades of defeat
Samip Dhungel's Poetry Blog 