WEEPING SYCAMORE ( IT WAS RAINING IN HEAVEN )

It was raining in the emptiness of faith
tears of sadness were flowing
down the rivers of lonliness, into an ocean of pain
With each teardrop, memories of sadness
started drizzling down, like
autumn leaves on a cold november day

It was a melancholy monday
in the middle of a mad monsoon
the skies were crying, and
the sycamore was weeping
Standing beneath that sobbing sycamore *
I saw the sadness in those eyes,

And I knew it will rain for ever
And it started raining in heaven
and it never stopped, and it never will ...

kishan - december 1999

*syc·a·more Any of various deciduous trees of
the genus Platanus, especially P.occidentalis.
of eastern North America, having palmately lobed leaves, ball-like,
nodding, hairy fruit clusters, and bark that flakes off in large
colorful patches. Here is a picture


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