Robin Banerji
Meraz Mostafa

Rained on Road

Rained on Road

By:  

Meraz Mostafa

If you asked me

where I lived,

I would have said the

lights below rained on road,

as cars splash past

you’d see me sitting quietly, shivering

in glowing reflection,

maybe even staring up into the universe

awe-struck at the simplicity

of infinite digression,

each drop bounces off a mirage of light