The Dark One Is Krishna

Thick overhead clouds of the monsoon,a delight to this feverish heart.

Season of rain,season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning!

O swollen heart,

O sky brimming with moisture—-tongued lightning firstand then thunder,convulsive spatters of rainand then wind, chasing the summertime heat.

Mira says:

Dark One,

I've waited—-it's time to take my songsinto the street.

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